Like a serpentine necklace of jade, sapphire, and emerald, the Blue Ridge Parkway snakes past our busy lives and beckons discovery. A jeweled adventure hidden in plain sight. Cares slip away as you rise to 4,300 feet above the madding crowd and a new perspective dawns.
Every shade of blue and green passes by in a rhythmic blur. Rocky cliffs jut out and break up the greensward by the side of the winding, ascending path of travel. Fresh air, free from the smog of life below, enters your car window and revives your lagging spirits.
As you step out of your car in one of the many turn-outs along the way, rolling vistas flow like a bumpy carpet in shades of azure and indigo. Secrets hidden in the forests below rise and fill your imagination with what once was and what could be. You find yourself daydreaming and believing the impossible is possible again.
So come and ride with me as far as you want to go, and we will be free to frame the panorama of stolen time and perpetual dreams.