About two years ago, my mother moved up here to mountains of Hendersonville, North Carolina. I haven’t been since I was 19 and came for a visit on Friday. It was right after work in a very unplanned road trip from Tampa.
Driving here took 9 hours split between two days. It feels so nice to be in the mountains area, with flowers in bloom in this gorgeous closing of the month of March.
It’s been a very lonely few months in Florida for me. Coming to the wilderness surrounded by kind strangers is doing me a world of good. I drove through clouds so thick that water droplets and mist were collecting on my windshield. I carefully rounded the mountain watching the condensation pool. Finally I get to Jump Off Rock.
Jump Off Rock has an old Indian legend associated with it. The legend says that a beautiful young Cherokee Indian maiden jumped from the rock after hearing that her loved one had been killed in battle.
This is so beautiful to me. I cannot wait to go back in the evening to look for her soul. I’d have to walk there, because the drop and the fog is just too daunting for me to drive in at night just yet. Maybe, soon..I am of the flat lands in Florida and the mountains still scare to death and inspire me to write.
I’ll tread so very carefully and spend a lot of time just staring and that will be that. There’s deer that will catch your eye so quickly out of the corner and you notice them and they are staring too.
There’s a lot to stare it out here so I completely understand. In a few days, I’ll hop back in my car and head back to the beach land of the Florida Gulf Coast.