I left out this afternoon trying to see what direction I was being pulled in. It took several miles for me to finally decide on a direction. Of course dark clouds oozing rain always helps persuade my mind. I meandered around back roads out of Smyrna and found myself on hwy 41 heading south. I rode down through places such as Triune and Chapel Hill working my way over through Belfast into Petersburg. Before long I was on the square in Fayettville. I just love courthouse squares.
I decided to take hwy 64 and head east. This gave me time to think about where I was headed or even what I was looking for. By the time I reached Winchester I could hear Sewanee calling my name again. I can’t seem to get enough of this beautiful little piece of heaven on earth. The old architecture of the buildings and the scenic views simply entice me.
Sewanee isn’t the only jewel around these parts. Cowan is a small little town at the foot of the mountain. I stopped and took these photographs of what a true southern piece of americana is all about. You can’t help but feel relaxed and have a smile on your face as you soak in all the beauty of this quiet little town.
Climbing Monteagle Mountain takes me to my place of peace at Green’s Overlook. As you can see by the photographs you ride down a gravel road to get there. The overcast sky and the fog gave it a damp and cool feel today. Even so it warms my heart to be in this place. After a little prayer and meditation I knew it was time for me to head home. Someday perhaps I’ll make Sewanee my home so that I can experience this beauty everyday.
