The beauty of the mountains

When it finally got above freezing yesterday, and my cough had settled somewhat, I drove up to Montreat to the 25% sale at Ten Thousand Villages store. As I turned onto Montreat Rd. in the center of Black Mountain, this was what I saw.

No snow had fallen (that I saw) that morning. But on the peaks there sure was a nice coating showing off. Here you see the Fire Station behind the traffic, and the spire of the First Baptist Church. It faces Montreat Rd. which takes a swerve in that direction. I always think it's straight from this intersection, but it curves several times.

So I had to go to my favorite view of snowy mountains over the lake, at the "no parking" place where I parked and said a prayer and incantation that my 2 minutes to take a few photos would keep it invisible.

As you can see, I didn't even walk down the hill to the path around the lake. It was quite breezy and cold off the water, so I set a record getting back to the car.

Today's quote:

Leaving home in a sense involves a kind of second birth in which we give birth to ourselves.

 - Robert Neelly Bellah, sociologist and author (1927-2013)