A damp hike

 Well, the rain did hold off until we had just packed in all the picnic things, checked for ticks that might be riding home with us, and piled into the car.

So the dampness of our 1-1/2 mile hike down to and up from the High Falls was due to the woods as well as our own  sweat. The woods were very thick, with some oaks  and beech and pines, very high up. And many Mountain Laurel and Rhododendron as underbrush.

Then on the forest floor were the ancient leavings of leaves and humus that was inches thick, upon which all kinds of moss and fungus could be found.

I thought this might have been Indian Pipe, a kind of fungus without any chlorophyl...but it didn't have any leaf-like structures.

I initially thought all the little white specks were something caught in spider webs. But no, they are individual heads of tiny little fungi. 

This was a falls you hear as a roar immediately. No trickling sound, just a big waterfall! Not many glimpses through trees at this time of year. I think I'd like to try to see it when less greenery is everywhere.

Teresa and her granddaughter at High Falls.

Myself and Helen. I was so grateful to have my walking stick with me.!

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Today's quote:

"May we not neglect the silence

printed in the center of our being.

It will not fail us."

~Thomas Merton