Artist's Palette
A gradient of blues paint the ridges of the Appalachians
As we left Tray Mountain, the skies settled into a permanent overcast that permeated the day. It felt like drizzle but it didn't, the skies hanging heavy above the leafless trees.
Climbing the long ascent to Kelly Knob, a new perspective lay before us: the colors of the Blue Ridge.
In that moment, I understood the artist's palette for the Appalachians. Blues and purples and pinks in a watercolor haze around us, perfectly painted across the ridges and the sky.
The moment passed. It started to rain.
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