John and I have a running dialogue (battle) about the "beauty" of nature in East versus West. I'm of the opinion that just about any top-notch, gotta-see east of the Rockies pales in comparison to even the most mundane landscape in much of the West. It's just another installment in our debate.
In March, when John and I were in Death Valley, this went on daily. Finally, we're standing on the summit of Corkscrew Peak, looking down at the enormous expanse of DV with the Panamints looming over us. I turned to him and said, "Tell me there's anything remotely this scenic in the Appalachians." He admitted there wasn't.
. . . but soon started pointing out how the Southern Appalachians have their own unique beauty. Granted - I just like mine Super-Sized! It'll never be settled since it's a matter of beauty-in-the-eye-of-the-beholder. Some like vanilla, some like chocolate.
LMAO! And I noticed that was a "puny" 175-pound black bear.
