Clarksville, TN – I just returned from another visit to the Smoky Mountains, as I wrap up my travel season.
The beauty of this time of the year, while chasing the colors of the fall, is one of my favorite journeys.
This is how I will remember this time.
A Misty Mountain Morning
I awoke to the smell of the fresh mountain air.
To finish my ride, to where, I didn’t care.
The clouds were what greeted me, no sunlight in the air
This was a misty mountain morning.
The Cherohala Skyway, my path down the mountain
Leaning through corners, as the elevations were mounting
What lie ahead, only God would know
I had no fear, to follow him I would go
This misty mountain morning.
Reaching for the sky, this mountain I would climb
Gliding through the clouds, mist covering my eyes
As close to heaven as this biker would find
And a prayer to release these earthly ties
Another misty mountain morning.
The beautiful colors that describe this season
The purpose of my journey, would be my reason.
This road I absorbed deep into my being
My adrenaline pumping, at what I was seeing
This misty mountain morning.
A biker knows their journey touches their soul
Living on the edge, in places few people know
This moment in time, that I would not trade
With brothers I go, on this very day
Another misty mountain morning
