A lone southern spruce-fir overlooks the first rays of light cast onto the Blue Ridge Mountains. I stood in awe as the rays gradually illuminated the shadowed mountain range. For this brief moment, half the ridges glowed as the other half waited their turn. This was an unforgettable sunrise at Roan Mountain, Tennessee, one of the highest points along the Appalachian Trail.
Let the Light in
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A lone southern spruce-fir overlooks the first rays of light cast onto the Blue Ridge Mountains. I stood in awe as the rays gradually illuminated the shadowed mountain range. For this brief moment, half the ridges glowed as the other half waited their turn. This was an unforgettable sunrise at Roan Mountain, Tennessee, one of the highest points along the Appalachian Trail.