Bartram Trail

Blue Ridge Mountains, NC

I’ve come to a wooden bridge just below a 30′ drop of cascading water. Well below the path of the stream, the trees open up to expose the valley below. The clouds above are actively moving about, but are mostly friendly in nature.

The rest of my party has moved on — more concerned with some arbitrary goal of a campsite than with the sights within arms reach. I, however, feel the need to pause momentarily, for it appears that during the hustle and bustle of daily activities, the larger part of summer has simply gone by without notice.

Here and there, I see small patches of leaves that are beginning to change. Rather than believe that Fall is already upon me, I think that a few enterprising trees have simply jumped the gun. Yet, as days go by, and still another moon comes to fullness, there is no denying that the seasons shall soon change. In fact, it is not only the seasons, but rather the way I shall be living within them — all is about to change.

Copyright (C), 1998, by Ashley Guberman

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