I love the mountain streams in North Georgia and Appalachia. It is amazing to me how much they vary. Some are quite turbulent with erosion tumbled car-sized boulders smoothed like marbles; others are silent, deep and zen-like. There is a peace and reassurance to be found sitting by both types. I like to imagine each setting as it must have been back when the Cherokee new them as “theirs”; before modern man, before lumbering and farming; trees as wide across as a man’s length. It must have been something!

And sadly, carrying that illusion forward, I see pavement right up to the edge for easy access and booths selling souvenier rounded stones made at another location –branded and shipped in.

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