The sweet, tangy smell of mulch laid outside our home is the sure sign that the outdoor season has arrived. Okay, so it's suppose to snow tomorrow. Whatever, Spring is here! I saw it in the faces of the student groups I trekked through the Washington D.C. streets this past week. I look at my calendar and anticipate the memories to be made as I venture folks along the sprouting trials of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I'm ready. Are you? April is afoot, the Cherry Blossom are soon to bloom, and the vistas of Shenandoah that are now barren and grey, will soon turn to rolling peaks and lush greenery of awesome! I am happy. This is what the season brings. Promises of connection and exposure , to what we all are born to appreciate... The great mother of nature.
Let's get outdoors. Let's hike. Get out there and bask in the glory of what it means to be alive! www.whitecrowtours.com Tino It has been said, that after the Great Spirit had made the world, the morning stars came together on the shores of a quiet silver lake; bordered with blue mountains. It was the most beautiful place they could see.
Hovering above the quiet waters, and lighting the mountain tops with their robes of fire, the stars sang their songs of joy, and pledged to gather there every thousand years. One time, when the stars were singing, they heard a mighty crash. A great rock in the mountain wall had fallen to pieces, and through the deep opening, the waters of the lake began to pour out and rush to the sea. As time passed, the morning stars looked over the earth for another place to meet. They finally agreed upon a lovely valley through which a winding river ran. Suddenly, the stars realized, this was the valley that had been the bed of their beautiful lake, and the blue mountains around it were the same ones upon which they had cast their robes of fire in ages past. The stars were so joyous, that they placed the brightest jewels from their crowns into the river; where they still lie today, and sparkle. Ever since that day, the river and its valley have been called: Shenandoah, Beautiful Daughter of the Stars. |
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