Above them, the black sky glittered with more stars than Allyson had seen in a long time. Sounds of nature filled the night: cricket songs with croaking frogs and the melodies of nocturnal birds. The air was scented with a mixture of hardwood and pine.
There’s something about the Blue Ridge Mountains that makes them the most magical of places. A sense of peace and wonder which can only be felt in the oldest mountain range on earth. The Appalachian region feels like home no matter which state I’m in and the traditions passed down through generations makes the area “hone” regardless of where you were born.
