A Mountain Thanksgiving

November. Blood Mountain. Cool. Heavenly views, steep, curving, rushing with leaves in ten thousand colors. Thanksgiving. Turkey and dressing. Sweet potato casserole. A small cabin tucked away down a winding road. Peach mimosas. Broccoli casserole. I pull on my boots and wrap in a shawl, then traipse down to visit Eleanor Exley, but she isn’t [...]