On Graeffenburg Mountain the ghosts of the ironworks linger. Four flat, barren places mark the location of Thaddeus Stevens’ charcoal hearths – and the scars are deep. Here a great industry exchanged the hardwoods for iron – until General Jubal Early declared the great abolitionist an enemy of the South – and, in turn, burned the ironworks down.
It’s taken one hundred and fifty years, but the mountain has healed. The woodlands have reclaimed the burned places, the broken places, the scarred places. Here the sunsets set the hemlocks aglow, and the evening mists renew the mosses and ferns.
The traveler renews herself, too, and forgets her own scars.
under the mountain laurel –
Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #47