On the way back to my truck (parked on the ridge along the road you can see), I returned to the top to take in the view. I can never resist the hike to the top of that mountain. Looking down I could spot no one else (it was a Monday and the multitudes who had filled the meadow on the weekend were gone back to Asheville). Best of all, the place was silent. Completely quiet. I couldn’t hear a single human voice, no flutes piping away, and no damned annoying drums. Just the wind and some bird song.
At any rate, I always think of the contrast when I look at this old photo. What a huge difference a couple of days can make.
|The meadow devoid of humans and noise.|