"The cities are for money but the high-up hills are purely for the soul." Louis L'Amour
View from Chuck and Carol's patio across the cove. What a treat to visit and marvel at what God has laid out before us.
Can you see the out crop of great rock across the way. It is a bit of raw mountain that has not been eroded away or grown over with vegetation. The Appalachian Mountains are ancient and worn down to a soft nurturing presence.
Flutemaker headed down a hill as our friends gave us a tour of one of their wonderful treasures. A watercoarse has been created around a great outcropping of rock.
The fall of water as it heads downhill.
Here I come across the stream, headed for the cave that is formed by the overhang of the boulder.
The wall of the shelter.
Looking out from inside. This is a protected area where certainly native americans have found shelter.
Stacked rocks
Erosion. Love the tree and the look of support it gives the rocks. Look at the roots getting their toe hold on the rock that hold it.
Carol as we head back up the hill.
The dogs explore the boulder farther up the hill.
Chuck does a little custodian work. We don't always own the land. Generally it owns us.
