Blue Ridge sky

It's the actual Blue Ridge Parkway, the road, that feels like home. Winding up the mountain to get to it feels like I'm getting closer and closer to being able to breathe deeply again...and then there it is! The first vista, whichever one it happens to be depending on my access point, and the first deep really deep breath. Simultaneously. My entire chest expands along with view and it stays that way the entire time I'm up there. I'm breathing deeper right now just thinking about it. 

Well, unless there's "weather." Fog, rain, snow, wind, fog again. Which is often. I don't mind. Weather is interesting. But the expansive breathing part disappears when I'm crawling along at 5 MPH through a pea-soup cloud, focusing on the white line on the right so I don't drive off the edge. Many miles of the Parkway have no guardrails.

These pics are straight out of the camera and were all taken on the same afternoon. My apologies for the spots on the lens! Did not check before heading up. 

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