I drove yesterday with two friends along Stemple Ridge to enjoy autumn's colors spread over the most spectacular mountain views in our neck of the woods. Every turn brings a scene more beautiful than the last, God's revelation deepening as we keep searching.
I discovered this ridge about ten years ago on my way back from one of my many sight-seeing trips into nearby West Virginia. Driving up a narrow mountain road by myself I kept getting glimpses of mountains reaching into the distance. When I got to the top, I took a left on another road to see if I could get a better view. The scene in the picture above was the one I came upon, though that day was full summer, not fall. When I turned and followed this ridge towards home, I found striking view after striking view. Since this drive is so close to where I live, I was surprised that no one had ever told me about it. I have since told many people about it and taken friends there to show it to them.
I kept forgetting the name until I realized that by dropping the "S" I would get the word for the house of God.
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