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Standing straight by the Hazel River

After a rain the sun is out on Sunday. Mountain laurels are green. Along Sam’s Ridge and the Hazel River, I indulge myself in fresh mountain air.

It is not hard to see why this place is still attractive to settlers. At the park’s immediate boundary I met a young woman who was walking with a stroller; the baby was sleeping peacefully. She moved here seven years ago from Alexandria VA. She told me, “It was a conscious choice.”