We are camping beside the French Broad River in Hot Springs, North Carolina,
Serenaded by cicadas and the full throttle of the river after days of rain.
A campfire is crackling, we are sated with food and drink.
What a paradise this was for the indigenous who made it their home for generations.
What a paradise this must have seemed to the English and Scots who settled here.
What a paradise it is now for a world weary traveler who makes it home for tonight.
All cares are tossed in the river or carried away on woodsmoke.
Worries are lifted to heaven on the song of the cicadas.
For a while the world is in harmony with spirit, paradisal possibility is realized.
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| By the French Broad |
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| Campfire Wednesday night |
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| Campfire Thursday morning |
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| Splitting Wood |
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| French Broad flowing full |
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| Hot Springs downtown |
After a leisurely start to our day, we headed out to hike along the Laurel River trail. Our goal, the end of the trail on the banks of the French Broad. We experienced 4 beautiful miles each way.
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