tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28944274.post6994296399994564350..comments2023-08-10T23:28:30.929-04:00Comments on Til the Last Hemlock Dies: A Photo of RegretJames Robert Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28944274.post-22029409935661157232012-03-10T17:05:05.745-05:002012-03-10T17:05:05.745-05:00Yep, you should have hiked up Brasstown. I have fr...Yep, you should have hiked up Brasstown. I have friends who have hiked that trail--they say it's quite gorgeous. There is, I hear, a beautiful and bountiful spring along the trail with sweet water.<br /><br />Life is short. We're here for six or seven decades, if we're lucky. Something you want to see? Something you want to do? Better get busy doin' it.James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28944274.post-35971330812370285832012-03-10T09:49:07.454-05:002012-03-10T09:49:07.454-05:00I remember how nice it used to be to look up and s...I remember how nice it used to be to look up and see Tatter Patch all white with ice, even if we weren't getting any snow down below. And you're right about seizing the day. When I was at Young Harris I always wanted to walk up Brasstown Bald (an old road/trail started started right behind the girls' dorm). But never did. Just never bothered, and that's too bad.Kent Tankersleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01848650819768345044noreply@blogger.com