This place is more beautiful than ever I could have imagined! Yesterday it was foggy and the mountains were shrouded in swirling mist. Then it rained so hard it seemed like every angel in heaven was crying for all the world- whether in joy or sorrow, I can't say. After the rain stopped, I watched the fog rise in a massive, thick cloud before the distant mountains, and I saw humming birds flitting over the fields, hovering at the window like fragile pieces of glass suspended in midair. Today it cleared up and was hot and humid, and the stars are back out again in all their splendor tonight. Why did I put off coming here so long? There are times here when it seems like I can just melt away into things, and not only see how beautiful they are but be a part of it all, too. It's all so magical and beautiful and incredibly new to me, almost like looking out at the world for the first time. When I am here and it's just me and the mountains, I feel great and majestic and yet humbled at the same time. It's something to be experienced.

"It worked me over like a work of art, and I was a part of all that." -Dar Williams

"Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds belied a deathly silence that lay all around." -Pink Floyd

"Do a little dance!"

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