Fingerprints


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The mountains are calling and I must go.” John Muir

They weren’t calling, they were shouting!   Under balmy, 60 degree, sunny, February skies, a road trip was in order.  Switch-backing up through the Tennessee side of the Smokies, a graveyard of charred trees, blackened by the recent horrific fires,  presented a poignant reminder of man’s destructive fingerprints on creation.  Reaching a mile high,  we crossed the state line and began the 20 mile descent to Cherokee, NC.  Unscathed by the ravaging flames that had devoured Tennessee’s forests, creation’s beauty was on full display in North Carolina’s Smokies  . . . God’s fingerprints, not man’s, were all over it . . . breathtaking!  Thanks Abba.

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