Today's silent hike isn't in some exotic locale but rather in the winter woods in the Great Smoky Mountains of eastern Tennessee near the North Carolina border this past January. There's something about the simplicity and stark beauty of the bare trees -- oaks, tulip poplars, sweetgum, hickory -- standing tall, casting shadows on the snow, hillsides of mountain laurel with blue skies above and crunchy snow underfoot, and a frozen waterfall that stirs us. It's a vicarious pleasure for us, and we hope you, too, on this Saturday morning.
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