A winding trail which resembles a dry creek bed is the well worn path up Blue Mountain at Blue Mountain Lake, New York. It resembles a dry creek bed until it rains, when promptly becomes a live creek bed.
was creased to its page; this is the plant I longed to see.
Climbing nearly 1,800 feet this slick rock path was a real challenge to "flat-landers." The rain made the slippery rock hazardous, but these young men were having no trouble bounding up the trail. Trail running and peak- climbing are very popular sports among the young folks in the area, and the log at the trail head claims 15,000 hikers register each year.
A whimsical face peers down from a hollowed tree. Shelf fungus forms eyes and nose, reminiscent of the nail -on variety in mail-order magazines. I have never seen the the appeal of them, but this countenance made me chuckle and made the path seem lighter.
Life- it is all about the journey, and I am glad we never made it to the peak. The beauty along the trail is what will always be remembered.