My posts about the mountains (monadnocks) in this area- Stone Mountain, Arabia Mountain, and Panola Mountain- have been from someone who stubbornly keeps insisting that they are unique and beautiful and that we should appreciate their great natural beauty and take the joy of them into our hearts and our everyday lives. Recently, Jeff Nix from Friends of Panola Mountain had a wonderful link to "Mountain In The Shadows: A Cultural History of The Lands AroundPanola Mountain State Conservation Park" by Ryan D. Hurd. It gives you a great detailed history of Panola Mountain, and I am so grateful to have found this! What Mr. Hurd says of Panola Mountain in the conclusion, is the same way that my husband and I think that the other two monadnocks should also be respected and loved. (Even if some of the memories associated with Stone Mountain have been negative...KKK meetings and setting cars on fire and driving them off of the mountain. Arabia Mountain, heavily quarried, and used as a dumping ground and a playground for drunks for decades. Painful to think of, but those were the activities of mankind, and NOT nature!)
You see, by observing the nature of these mountains, you notice more and more and come to love every single bit of nature that you encounter... always appreciating the "wild-ness" and "uniqueness of life", no matter where you are in this world. (The following is in the conclusion written by Mr. Hurd.)
Then there’s the mountain itself, rising over the hills in quiet grandeur. Throughout its history, people have climbed its steep slopes not as part of their everyday chores – but perhaps for a view above the never-ending canopy of trees, or a ceremony during the setting sun and rising moon, or simply for a moment’s peace as the children sleep before dawn breaks. Panola Mountain represents all that is sacred and non-ordinary in nature. The twisted, shrunken trunks of the juniper and the delicate blooms of the tiny dwarf stonecrop re-awaken us to the fragile reverence we hold for the uniqueness of life. We should pause with that thought, and then make sure we take it back down the mountain to our everyday lives. Because wild-ness here at home, in our front yards, and in the streambeds that run through our neighborhoods.