Edge of the world The rain waited for us to start. Light at first, it escalated rapidly into a gentle but very steady downpour. The trail gets slippery, and the treebark starts to shine. Big fat drops slide off the rhododendron leaves and hit our hats, hands and faces. Before long our backs and lower legs are soaked, though the hats and rainjackets help keep the rest of us dry at least. Did we remember to bring our gaiters? Of course not! The river roars by, rushing through leaf-strewn boulders and kicking up fine mist that melts into the foggy atmosphere. Stepping very carefully and grabbing the gnarled branches for support, we scramble back up the hill to the trail. Rain starts to ease a bit as we find our treasure spot, and littleman gets to walk the forest. He leads the way, marking "secrets" as we go. We must look a bit insane, wet and bedraggled in the woods with two young boys- but littleman is on top of the world. Baby is not, however, and lets it be known he would rather be in the snug dry car, so the 4 intrepid planters turn back toward people, asphalt and the rest of our day. Mission accomplished, at least. :) |
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Edge of the world
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
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