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| A most spectacular waterfall we see is called Sliding Rock. People sit at the top of the falls, take a natural water slide, and end up in a lagoon of icy water below. The eight year old immediately joins another child of twelve for the ride. The four year old can't because cold water makes her muscles cramp and she would not be able to move to swim. She takes pictures, wishing for the ride but gets the thrill through the eight year olds expressions. |
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| The Mountain Laurel (flowers) are just about ready to burst open. Some have begun blooming and they are beautiful. There is lush green foliage everywhere. The rocks contain so much shiny mica that it looks like fairies have danced everywhere leaving their magic dust on the them. Silver glistens as if there has been a star shower from heaven. |
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| Creeks and rivers are to be found everywhere. It is beautiful. This is a magic place that one can come to restore the soul. God is everywhere. In every song from each bird... from the sound of the water... the smell of the greenery... the trees that surround us nestled in the mountains. Eden surely had to look like this and heaven I cannot imagine looking any better. If I were to take any of you anywhere this would be the place. Don once said that he felt like he had been kissed by the face of God when he went to the mountains. I know exactly what he meant now for that is exactly how I feel. |
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| Toward sunset we take a walk along a trail that follows a creek in the park. Lightning bugs begin to shine, a whippoorwill calls to its friend, and four deer pass through the forest. A little brown bunny nibbles grass and the fairies begin their midnight dance. We take pictures of nature's best. |
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| It is Friday morning. The Meadowlarks
welcome us. We can hear all kinds of birds singing. I wish I could name
them. The sun etches its' way through the forest across the dew on the
ferns. It looks like diamonds. A spider web is caught in the light from
the morning dew... such an intricate thing of beauty.
Sir Knight prepares for a run while I write. We are both excited with the day. I put mine on pen and paper he bursts forth with energy of an eight year old. There is a home site of Carl Sandburg here and I truly know what possessed the man to become a poet. |
| Sir Knight catches many sights on his run... |
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| We travel to another waterfall called Moore Cave falls. It is a two mile, hiking trip. The path is a little steep on the way up but the waterfall is gorgeous. We pass two hikers on the way and the rest of the trip we see no one. It is lovely. |
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We take a drive towards the fish hatchery, cross over a stone bridge, and find a rock bar. We have lots of mica and quartz to share. We drive into town and have a delicious lunch at a family restaurant. |
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We return to the R V and take an afternoon stroll by the creek. A young father and his three small boys were at the creek. The water is icy cold, but the children are playing in it and having a delightful time. They are oblivious to the cold. |
| A lot of campers have come in for the weekend. We can smell the outdoor fires burning. We hear the laughter of the campers and the smell of hamburgers and steaks cooking on the grills. There are two brown bunnies nibbling on the tender grass. The whippoorwill is singing again. |
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