Heavy rail collides with the chords of modern mass communication. Coded messages ripple at the speed of light. Where's the disco ball. Already my position on the earth has been targeted to within a third of a foot, or less. Is there a threshold of safety. I edge closer. My follicles tingle. Recalling the rapture experienced before the gilded statue of Goddess Athena in the Parthenon nearly twenty five hundred years ago.
Peters Mountain runs for miles between Virginia and West Virginia down around Peterstown, Pearisburg, and Paint Bank. A sharply defined linear ridge, it appears way over there on one horizon and disappears way over there on the other while extending an irresistible invitation to approach, to touch, to climb and cross for deserts on the other side. Crossing routes are few however, sometimes rough, and far between which may account for its palpable sense of history and frontier heritage. This red shed, shot while facing away from the mountain, can be seen along County Road 15 connecting Gap Mills and Second Creek on the western side to Waiteville and Potts Creek on the east. Only recently paved, I've forged this crossing many times always tempted to turn right around and cross again. Especially when my mind is alive, my heart is full, and the light is sweet.
08:45 am. "Gorgeous morning. Refreshing. Heightened sounds of Mill Creek rush away the storm. Leaves and twigs scattered over the road by yesterday's wind. Ease along 10 mph. Feel natural breezes flow thru the truck. No dust. Tires sizzle and crackle over the gravel road. Wood thrushes sing. Deep blue sky. Green foliage all around freshened by rain. Pause, take it in. My insides relax and inner warmth spreads. Foot off brake. Coast forward 5 mph. Pause by Oxyley Run for inspiration."