That’s McCloud Mountain, up near the Tennessee/Kentucky border.
We don’t often go that way, except to drive my daughter to horse camp. And then go to parent night at horse camp. And then pick her up at horse camp.
I didn’t even know that kind of beautiful was there.
On one side of McCloud is this insane panoramic view of mountains and pasture and horse farms and cow farms and subdivisions and highways and activity. And that’s kind of cool when everything looks to be the size of Legos and cows look like ants. At one point my mother-in-law said, “Oh, look at that dog!” and we were like, “That is a car.”
Then we went to look down the other side of the mountain. That was the impressive side. Mostly the red leaves were left, with some oranges and yellows that had cooled to champagne-ey. A rouge solitude. Lovely.