Hickory trees lined the narrow two-lane road, their leaves yellow with the promise of autumn. A few minutes later, the road opened up and the mountain range came into view. My mouth dropped open at the sight and silence engulfed my car once I reached over to turn off the radio. I needed a moment of silence to take it all in. How could a place be this breathtaking? Bliss Peak, North Carolina. No Bojangles in a fifty-mile radius, but with views like this, I could forgive it.
North Carolina, come on & raise upppp okay I need Bliss Peak to actually exist tbh
