Legendary Giants

It's not every day the common man gets to enjoy the pristine mountain wilderness of north Georgia. Or to follow the paths of gin clear streams in the Cohutta wilderness. Furthermore, to do so with a fly rod.
To see this majestic place and all it's wonder is to bear witness to the world as if it were truly a living, breathing, and somehow spiritual thing. Some refer to this perspective as "nature." While it is nature, it is much more. To place such a scientific term on something so astonishing is like claiming Babe Ruth was just an "okay hitter." Surely such an accusation cannot be true. And it isn't. But everyone knows that Babe Ruth is quite possibly the greatest baseball player of all time. Not because he was such a (great) hitter, bit because he was (legendary) hitter. When he hit the ball, it was gone, see ya, outta here! The same holds true to the mountains. They're not just tree covered humps in the landscape that you see when crossing the county line on hwy 76. That would be less than sentimental. They are not just made from stone from the movements of Earth's crust. That would be scientific. They are, however, magical to the eye that wishes to see them as such. When I was younger, my sister Brandi said the mountains looked as if "giants had laid down for a long nap, so long a time that trees grew on them." How can one make such an innocent observation? The eye of a child was once untainted by the exposure to commercialized media or political agendas. To have heard such an idea from her impacted my view of those mountains and helped me to realize one thing; It cannot be illustrated just how majestic our mountains are. Only that they are legendary giants sleeping upon the Earth. I do not know what purpose they serve, for only their creator knows the deepest mysteries of His vast monuments. However, I like to think they help to keep us as children; Innocent, small, and above all free spirited.
-C