We started out fine but decided to take a shortcut and not ride the 11 miles. The shortcut required us to pass through a small stream. But right as I was picking up speed to make it through quick so as not to get wet, this little kid decided to cross the stream. I had to slow down real fast and totally messed my plan of not getting wet. I had a line of water on my back, but heck it was fun!
Toward the end of the shortcut we stopped at a small stream and ate some butternuts L. had gathered. Interesting taste. I just loved being near the stream, hearing the birds calling to each other and squirrels scurrying up and down trees. On our way out of the Cove, we spotted a small black bear. He had such a gallant nature about him and confidently strode across the road. I think it was the first time I saw a bear. Very cool.
We decided to go to another place to have our picnic since Cades Cove was getting more and more jampacked. On the way to the place (Metcalf something - I forget the name, but a place to remember), we stopped at a small rock formation and falls. We climbed down some rocks and looked as a man and his two kids jumped into the water. They were having a grand time! I successfully scaled/climbed up a few rocks. I think Shruti is right, I would enjoy rock climbing.
The ride to the picnic place (I still can't remember the name) was amazing. We followed Little River as it trickled and curved around the mountains. Sunlight streamed through the trees and the slight breeze made it one of the examples of a perfect late summer's day.
After our sandwiches, we drove up to the Greenbriar School building even though we all felt like taking a nap. The one room classroom lay somewhere up a mountain on a curvy road near a small stream. The building doubled as a church on the weekends back in the day when it was still running so it had a small cemetary in front. The stream and the woods behind caught my eye the most. I think it is true: Pisceans definitely drift toward water. We hopped across the stream to wander in the woods. L. pointed out different trees and plants and mushrooms. A true man of the mountain he is.
That night, A. and I watched the incredibly charming Colin Firth in "What A Girl Wants." The film was cute definitely a chick flick. But it reminded me how much I liked Firth in "Bridget Jones' Diary." He's someone I should look out for.
And as I drove back home with Bally Sagoo's "HanJi" (#9) blasting in my car, I realized how it felt like an end to summer. A perfect one, at that.
Posted by Jigsha at 9/21/2003 06:15:00 PM | link to entry |