Friday, September 5, 2008


Dance as if no one were watching;
Sing as if no one were listening;
Live every day as if it were your last;
and pass on graciously with a smile on your face and no regrets.
The Blue Ridge Parkway. A two lane motor road that follows the very spine of the Blue Ridge Mountain range from Waynsboro, Virginia to it's end in Cherokee, North Carolina. 478 miles of scenic beauty. It is a splendid motor road offering natures best in the forms of wildlife, scenic wonder and is a test for the skills of any two wheeled adventurer. The road itself is an amazing accomplishment. Even more; it evokes a wonderment about the first peoples who traversed these inpenitrable, hostile mountains. The asphalt ribbon cuts through peaks and valleys, hill and dale. Those that came three centuries ago had no trace to follow; no destination point to steer for. They simply hacked out their fortune on the frontier bearing their children along the way.