Hiking the Blue Ridge: Grandfather Mountain

It was with great surprise that the first living creatures we encountered after stepping out of the car were a pair of deer casually grazing near the trailhead. The deer welcomed me into a forest fit for faeries and elves, all moss and boulders leftover from a time when magic still coursed through the world. It was quiet and serene—I came across two or three other people, otherwise left to take in the winding trail in comforting silence.

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