The apparent physical beauty is a given. Towering trees, flowers, winding paths and gentle breezes certainly are a start.
And then there are the activities: swimming, biking, hiking, tennis and a myriad of lectures, lessons and seminars.
There's hardly an idle moment, unless you so chose. There are relics to discover like a birdhouse on a bike, or snag some tadpoles below Moses Rock or just leave your bicycles to cross the creek.
But when you get right down to it, probably one of the most magical things about Monteagle are the people. The exuberance and innocence of the of children, the joy of family, the unspoken respect spanning generations, and a warmth that permeates everything, whether it's a cheerful hello in passing or a handshake and a smile welcoming you to Evening Vespers at the Chapel.
In reality, after much analyzing as to the "magic" of Monteagle, it was at a porch party one evening that a long-time Monteagle resident made the succinct observation, "Monteagle isn't a place or a thing, it's a state of mind".
As I headed back to my lodging that night, I only wished I'd thought of it......."a state of mind". Amen to that!
This post is dedicated to the "sparkling" Kathryn and that dazzling Dollar doll, LeNora, whose combined support spur me on to make this blog better (I hope) with each subsequent submission.