There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highway

Though the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go

–Sweet Baby James

I always loved those lyrics from James Taylor.

I am now at the Asheville airport.  Today the Appalachians seem dream-like and there is about 20 miles behind me and 20,000 more to go.

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