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it was a mild October day...
The leaves had just transformed in to the fireworks of colors that we so often associated with autumn.
i was in the midst of a journey from far southern tip off the Blue Ridge Parkway to the very end of the long winding road that races across the top of the great smokey mountains.
i was in the middle of a rut in life. i had moved nearly every six months for 5 years.