I had an awesome past few days playing on the Roan Highlands. A little bit of heaven on earth.
As I hiked with my 30 pounds on my back, over Jane Bald and toward the goats which are atop the balds to help control certain vegetation over growth, I spied a dog among the goats. The dog was running a bit with its fluffy white tail bouncing. And then I spied another.
I proclaimed aloud with only the goats and dogs and grasses and bees to hear me, "Harley dogs!" As a smile stretched from ear to ear atop the 6000-foot high mountain.
Harley is the name of a dog I've met and "conversed" with via Skype. He is a Great Pyrenees mix. The goat dogs upon the Roan Highlands must be Great Pyrenees; they looked liked Harley except they are all white.
I stopped at the fence where the goats are contained. One dog came close to the the thin-wired volted fence. Our eyes and smiles met, his tail a-wagging and then he bounded off to work shepherding the maybe 25 goats.
My heart warmed.
I turned around and drank in the view. An ocean of mountains as far as one can see and blue sky stretched as an open canopy, a few clouds as dancers in the blue.
I love you Blue Ridge.
The whisper not only in my heart, but also upon my lips.
And I do love her...the Blue Ridge.
3 comments:
Oh my, I'm there just from what you wrote here and then I looked at the pictures. Breath-taking. Thanks for sharing your experience and those photos.
Yeah, the photos are gorgeous.
Thanks again Zoe for reading & commenting.
You might enjoy the slide show of my canine Skype friend, Harley. He is a sweetie.
Harley's Page
I love the one where he's in the back seat of the car and wearing sunglasses as well as the next one where he's running on the shore! :-)
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