Great Smoky Mountains 

The weather made me extremely uncomfortable, bitter cold, strong, sustained wind, snow on the ground and a tired body. Late in the day I began to worry about my safety. Relief came when I crossed a highway and a kind soul, in a pickup truck stopped. I think of that time frequently. It’s like I miss a part of it. 

Was it the hardship? Was it the relief? Was it somewhere in between? It can’t be manufactured. 

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