Mountain Memories

 In 1923 my husband's grandparents went on their honeymoon to Pilot Mountain, North Carolina. 

Yesterday, my husband and I went on a 52nd anniversary jaunt to the same mountain, probably the same rocks.

I don't know if this is the identical view as the one nearly a hundred years ago, but I'd like to think that this young couple with so much promise in store for them stood at the same spot as we did and were blessed with the same beauty spreading out before them. In the century since then, so much has changed, yet so little is different. Rocks and mountains are steadfast in that unchanging way, but number one change, the photography available. They would have never imagined a selfie like we took.

Nor would they have imagined the social distancing of the corona virus era, although they both endured the pandemic of 1918. Working the corn fields kept them away from germs. Hiking the footpaths across North Carolina has kept us away from the newest version of germs. Here's my husband ahead of me yesterday on the trail overlooking the knob, and then me at the end of the trail beside the pinnacle.

This mountain is a can't miss landmark not all that far north of Winston-Salem. It is a tall mountain crowned with a distinctive knob. 

           A photo from the visitor's center. 

     Flag lowered in honor of September 11.

I love making memories that are special to the heart. This was one of them. 

Catch of the day,

Gretchen