Adam was a leg man, and while my legs are short and are not my best feature, I’d packed an inordinate number of short skirts and dresses for his viewing pleasure. I pulled on a hot pink V-neck and a flouncy white skirt and started out toward Marietta early, hoping to beat the heat. Walking at a fairly good clip, I made sure I stayed on the pavement and watched for rattlers. The scenery looked like something out of a fairy tale with sky-high mountains in the distance. The sky itself looked bigger and bluer than anything I’d ever seen, and being born and raised in Carolina, that was saying something. Even the forest seemed deeper, richer, inviting. But as pretty as the roadside scenery was, it wasn’t as beautiful as Beck’s view of the world. I arrived on the outskirts of Marietta a little over two hours later, passing the high-dollar B&Bs and shops along the way. I went into the Big Sky Diner and ate a good breakfast. Folks there were used to having tourists come through.
