In reality…
The first time you ride those historic trails, your first reaction is “NO FRUITBATTING WAY!!” The rocks, the now-here-now-gone-now-back-again trail makes you watch each rock and each step so carefully you barely notice the scenery – except when you suddenly notice the trail is NOW skirting the side of a heavily treed cliff. You end the ride saying “NEVER AGAIN!!”
Next time – the rocks suddenly don’t seem so bad. The trail tends to remain more visible, and suddenly…you notice the views are beyond breathtaking. You have to stop now to look out over what is the most breathtaking scenery you’ve ever seen, and utter the exact same words as Gov Spotswood when he looked out over the same view 400 years ago that never in all his days would he ever had imagined anything so magnificent in all of Creation.
The next time after that – the rocks are now just part of the trail, and the trail says put without playing hide and seek. The adventurious part of you reaches out to the challenges which… suddenly are very surmountable. The trail calls you on… and you follow, sometimes riding, sometimes walking. You notice your horse has fallen under the same spell, it’s feet automatically picking just the right spot, between the rocks, to find Mother Earth. You start noticing every tree, every bush, every rock, and begin to understand how Nature formed this highly unique fortress of a valley. It is beyond beautiful… and truely one of a kind.
And the next time after that – you are now old friends with the trail, canny to every twist and turn. You even start giving certain rocks names – they’ve become old friends, signposts of where you are, and where you’re going. The trail belongs to you now – you know every stream and where it hides the best spot to water your horse. You know the trees, and how and where the mountain changes them from one species to another. You delight in their coolness, and glory in their autumn colors when the mountain changes from summer green to firey red, orange and yellow. As old as the mountain is, it still welcomes and invites you, showing you all the glories to the hidden woods, the vast vista of the Shenandoah 1,700 feet below, and letting you in on the secrets of the geological past to a history that goes back to the beginnings of this planet and the great ice age of the recent past.
And you find that you’ve found something deep in yourself that pulls you back – a challenge, perhaps, but also something more intrinsic, something more etherial. And fear fades away like the early morning fog in the hollow, leaving behind a clear sunny day…with the trail before you.