I had been afraid to go up on Bolt Mountain ever since I started feeling explosions. I just didn’t want to see. I knew there was no way a rational reaction could come from seeing what I knew was there.
I feel protective of Bolt Mountain. That may have something to do with the fact I grew up roaming the hollows at the base of the mountain. It may have something to do with being homeless in the secluded hollows. It could be that I would just like to see them stop blowing up the mountains.
A little while back I read a comment on Drowseys blog and she was talking about turning into a verbal machine gun. At the time I thought that was funny as hell - but now I can relate. Blow up the mountains and I will aim my verbal machine gun at you (refer to last post).
“Holding up the Mountains”: Forest Talk as Historical Discourse
Wilderness Road
Civil War in the Mountain South
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February 13th, 2008 at 3:27 am
Ah ha! Now ya know what I was talking about! LOL
February 13th, 2008 at 3:35 am
I thought it was really funny when I read it on your blog but yes now I know exactly what you were talking about. LOL