It hadn’t rained in Asha for two months by the time I got there so I climbed up one of the mountains and offer a desperate-for-rain dance to the local gods.
The smoking chimneys on the other side of the river that at that point almost completely dried out belong to the local Metallurgical Plant. It was a relief to finally see the town I had been born in thriving thanks to the revival of the factory. Way to go, Asha!
The rain started when I was leaving my old hometown to go back to my present home. The gods did like the dance, it seems.
Thanks for the visuals. Reminds me of the Blue Ridge area in Virginia, North Carolina.
Gassho, Tony