Blue Ridge Mountain High
well i’m home from my few days in the mountains. it was a fascinating trip, partly cause i had no idea what my man was up to all these years exactly and partly cause it was interesting to get into another frame of mind. The towns were Boone and Blowing Rock in NC and both are way old and just getting into the whole walmart thing. (well that’s the only thing really right now but you can see what’s coming). my guy buys land and knows men who can build great NC style homes or sells the land itself. the first day as we wound up the mountains i kept saying “why would anyone want to live this far away?” and they would say “to be alone inthe mountains”, and i would think, how alone do you have to be and for what? but i started to understand somewhere around dusk i guess, that i forgot how much i crave the sound of silence, the reassurance of a brook or the rustle and creaks of trees. maybe i’ve been a city girl too long….
either way, i got into it! as we visited sites of the places he sold, each had a little teeny cabin on it. most of the time the guys were saying, ‘oh yeah this has gotta come down and we’ll clear out the trees over there’…the cabins are as much a history of this country as anything on the National Register. I was shocked that someone, more than just one someone, long ago, wanted to be all alone in the mountains and worked really hard to build a little home to make it so. but for the life of me i can’t figure out what the hell did they do here and how did they survive all the way at the top of the mountain?