I walked the barely perceptible Winter Ice Cave Trail near Weister Creek.
It was a bit messy and muddy from the August flash floods and heavy rains.
The beaver dam had been swept away too.
I spent some time just listening to the water sweep by me and then I turned and decided to go up over the top.
I went up and up and followed what could have been a deer or old trail from days long ago. The land in this area is not like any other place I've been. Up and up a person goes with thigh burning inclines. At the 'top' there is a sharp decline with a gully of sorts at the bottom.
But there are trails if you can spot them. The land has its own wicked and beautiful shapes. Here is where I stopped on a 'point' to have an apple and gaze down on Weister Valley.
I went looking specifically for fungi and ended up just finding myself breathless at the scenery. I've never gone 'over' the top that I can recall before. I found more potential Ice Caves.
Most of all?
I think I found myself.
I think I found myself.
to hear the wisdom of my soul...
The trees still the mind
and the deeper you go....
the more the soul's port widens.
Within that space
wisdom whispers.
~Angie Weiland Crosby