Smoky Mountain Recumbent Rally

This week, riding trikes through the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee inspired and delighted me. Perhaps it was the way shafts of sunlight shifted through the trees, or how mist rose from the mountains producing that smoky haze that gave the mountains their name.

Or maybe it was the ride itself.

In Cades Cove, it dawned on me that what I was breathing – fresher air, and seeing – lavender mountains, bear, and wild turkey, were not unique to my experience or anyone else's on the ride that day.

I felt cool breezes brush my face carrying the scents of clover, grass, and wood. Leaves and twigs crunched that made me turn to see what was there. Melodic birds flew and sang. Birds I do not know.

Perhaps the first humans on those mountains experienced the same smells, sights, and sounds as I. The thought still brings a smile to my face, as tiny feet dance up my spine.

Next week, a ventriloquist vlog. Be sure you watch.

Make it a good week,

Judy