I knew when we started out in my little Opel Kadette from Wilmore, Kentucky, that I would take an unannounced side trip around Fort Mountain along the way to Atlanta.
I wanted to ask a question.
I wanted the right answer.
I needed a little help...
... and I thought the sound of Holly Creek
splashing down the mountain,
the smell of green pines,
the majesty of the Cohutta wilderness...
We walked among the giant pines.
She rested against one and I leaned in to kiss her,
and asked my question.
She gave the right answer!
Just one word expressed unreservedly, enthusiastically, beautifully.
That was 55 years ago today.
(The photos are from a camping/hiking trip near the same spot a year or two later. Photo credits to our friend Mike Bock.)
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