CLINGMAN'S DOME
And then we turned round, and saw the tops of clouds for the first time. They’re a grey wool-like fog that move ghostly around and through mountains and over the paved path we just walked. They’re cool and tasted of dew, smelt clean and fresh and new like that of another planet, like only 6,000 feet could. We looked out as far as the clouds let us, and weren’t unhappy where they didn’t.
Clingman’s Dome is a over a mile (6,643 feet) above sea level and over a sea of grey and green deciduous trees and conifers. Just before reaching this height, we crossed the Appalachian Trail where I picked a granite stone souvenir. The paved trail ends at an elevated, spiraled walkway that leads to a circled lookout platform---unchanged from the day it was made, constructed of brown- and tan-pebbled cement. Spruce-fir forest covers the mountains peaking and rolling through clouds panoramically, offering us sky views of Tennessee and North Carolina at cloud level. We took our time.
And then we turned round, and saw the tops of clouds for the first time. They’re a grey wool-like fog that move ghostly around and through mountains and over the paved path we just walked. They’re cool and tasted of dew, smelt clean and fresh and new like that of another planet, like only 6,000 feet could. We looked out as far as the clouds let us, and weren’t unhappy where they didn’t.
Clingman’s Dome is a over a mile (6,643 feet) above sea level and over a sea of grey and green deciduous trees and conifers. Just before reaching this height, we crossed the Appalachian Trail where I picked a granite stone souvenir. The paved trail ends at an elevated, spiraled walkway that leads to a circled lookout platform---unchanged from the day it was made, constructed of brown- and tan-pebbled cement. Spruce-fir forest covers the mountains peaking and rolling through clouds panoramically, offering us sky views of Tennessee and North Carolina at cloud level. We took our time.
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