Our guide, Mr. Reiche, consulting his handmade map.
"Beaver" Lake.
(At least thats what we call it.)
Dad and Mr. Reiche on the trail.
Round-Lobed Hepatica. (As the girls pronounced it: "AAAWWWW, how cute!)
The first animal life encountered.
(As you'll see in some of the other pics, I love snakes) :-)
Cute li'l fella. He liked the camera.
A babbling brook.
Our intrepid friend Mr. Bryson.
Me with a gorgeous Blue Racer.
This guy/gal decided to hide in a patch of brambles along with 3 other Racers, and the thorns took their toll on Josiah's and mine arms before I was able to get my hands on him/her.
Isn't He handsome?
(The snake I mean) ;)
U F BD IS
(answer at the bottom of the post)
You can see its beautiful blue stripes in this picture.
A good 4 1/2 to 5 feet long.
A-Hiking we go.
Pausing at the crest of a hill.
At the base of Pinnacle Point looking up...
...on the way up...
(Notice Faith's bent-over, "I'm almost dead" posture.)
...almost there...
...we made it!
At the top. This used to be a cottage resort, owned by a Mr. William Neer.
Check out this link for more info.
Daniel, Timothy and I resting on Pinnacle Point.
The photographer, (Grace) Matthew and Mr. Reiche.
Twacy and I among the rubble.
(No she's not actually taller than me.)
Looking down one of the trails. Kinda steep huh?
Rest stop.
Sore feet Dewey? :)
Discussing our route with Mr. Reiche.
New spring growth.
Off we go again.
An old stone well.
Two sisters on the steps of an old ruined cottage.
Consulting the map.
Find the animal in the picture. Pretty well camouflaged isn't he?
Cute little guy.
Another garter snake.
A pretty little pond in the hills.
Theres something about boys and throwing rocks in ponds.
Sploosh!
Drop a pebble in the water:
just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
Circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center,
flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling
where the end is going to be.
Drop a pebble in the water:
in a minute you forget,
But there's little waves a-flowing,
and there's ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing
to a great big wave have grown;
You've disturbed a mighty river
just by dropping in a stone.
Drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading
from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them,
once you've started them to flow.
Drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute you forget;
But there's little waves a-flowing,
and there's ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart
a mighty wave of tears you've stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy
ere you dropped that unkind word.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness:
just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort
on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume
of the one kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness:
in a minute you forget;
But there's gladness still a-swelling,
and there's joy circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort
whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water
just by dropping one kind word.
~By James W. Foley~
U F BD IS= You have beady eyes. Same as CDC=See the sea?
Adios for now!
