The end of August when I drove east I had to cross the mountains. Living in the flatlands, the mountains always invite awe in me. It is east to see why they are called the Blue Ridge Mountains. It is easy to see how they created a barrier for settlement. While the mountains bring awe, they don't call me the way the ocean does. This trip I didn't get to the ocean. But, I did cross those blue ridge mountains.
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