Fog and Forest
Our boots splashed through puddles as we approached the Stone Mountain lookout. We stepped out of the forest and into, what felt like an alien world. The sweeping view of the Blue Ridge Mountains that we had expected was hidden behind a wall of fog; the bare rock face the mountain had become known for was all that was visible. It felt as though we were walking on the moon. Illustrations from the “The Little Prince” that I had read as a kid came to mind. Curious to see what the edge of the world looked like, we ventured out, daring to go only so far before turning back.
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