I looked into the distance with awe. The Blue Ridge Mountains sprawled out in a well-rehearsed formation, juxtaposing the rugged rocks rising out of the nearby soft, grassy sod. To complement the outstanding vista, a trio of wild ponies were grazing close by, recognizing me from time to time by a tilt of the head.

Grayson Highlands State Park is true to its name. Beginning at 4,600 feet, I had to hike upwards for a mile or two before witnessing the landscape transform into a Tolkien-esque, Scotland-like marvel. It far exceeded my expectations, which is always a pleasant joy during outdoor excursions.

My trekking poles came in handy as I made my way up the high-stepping stone trail. The sun was kind to me, and eased the chilly breeze that swept in unexpectedly. While I was enamored with all the beauty around me, it was the simplicity of the grass itself that particularly fascinated me. It was a strange, short-haired variety with moss-like attributes rendering it pleasant to touch. The rocks emerged from the ground and seemed strategically placed as a much-needed accessory to the surrounding scenery.

And then the wild ponies just brought me joy. They eat some of the non-native plant species, and help keep this highland region “bald” (yes, a desirable goal in this sense).

I chose not to go all the way to Mt. Rogers, the highest point in Virginia, due to decreasing daylight. I did, however, hike far enough to fill my mind with curiosity, my heart with wonder, and my legs with sufficient lactic acid.

It was a good day. 🙂