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Silent hill vibes on my walk today

morning light streaming through the window

Morning light

Morning mist on this morning's walkies.

This is where I saw the ghost rabbit

Inside the sunset.

Nothing quite as restless as stick season as I’ve come to learn the hard way. I don’t think I could’ve made it through another winter like this. I’m back to being a visitor again - for the better.

A White Winter Hymnal kind of day.

Last night. A thick fog fell onto the beach and the surrounding areas. I was getting phone calls telling me I needed to get out to the beach asap to see it. They know I loved fog. Even though I had JUST gotten home from work and changed into my pjs - I threw on a jacket and crocks and drove over to the beach anyways.

Truthfully, I had to drive home through this thick fog, and I was doing everything in my power to ignore it. Isn’t that sad? Something I use to love is something that takes me to a rough place mentally.

Fog can be so picturesque and beautifully eerie in settings like this, but when you have to constantly live IN it, it takes the fun out of it for sure. Now when I see fog, it reminds me of mornings in Greenville. Riding to work. Having panic attacks every single morning. Riding through thick fog and rain almost daily. You think PNW is the only place with perpetual rain and fog? I did too. But apparently them saying the Jocassee region is technically a temperate rain forest - they were right.

At a glance, this is beautiful:

This was pretty much 80% of my days there. Gray winter and fog. But take that fog and place it over interstates, retail and industrial hell. Heavy traffic just to go to the grocery store. Parking lots. Walmart. That fog eventually made me feel like I was in hell. I didn’t take pictures of it when it wasn’t pretty. You get the idea.

Fog doesn’t belong on the beach. The reason I use to be so enamored by it is because it was something that NEVER happened here. But the rare occurrence happened last night. And boy am I dealing with combating some terrible memories today.

It still looked really cool tho.

Last night the mountains graced me with one of my favorite views. Post-storm mountain fog. I was often drawn to the Appalachians when the weather forecast was rainy. It’s something about those summer storms and the glowy green forest that contrasts with the gray sky. Then the leftover clouds hovering the mountains. I sat on the porch and just reveled in this view. This time, instead of the novelty, it felt familiar. Like sitting with an old friend.

I often have a hard time picking favorites, especially when it comes to nature… but, the Balsam Trail at Mt. Mitchell is absolutely my favorite I’ve hiked in the Appalachians. It’s the most unique trail - completely different from anything you’d ever see in this region of the world. Stepping from the peak of the tallest mountain in the Appalachians, and into the threshold of the Balsam Trail - it teleports you. The fog you see in the background is no fog, we’re in a cloud 6,684 ft in the sky. Pisgah National Forest has a huge piece of my heart.

Blue Ridge Parkway near Mount Mitchell.

The Black Mountains are often under the cover of clouds and fog.

the rain knows all my secrets