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I'm 10 miles outside of the Indianapolis beltway at a rest stop on Highway 70 East. One wouldn't expect there to be much beauty or significance to look at from such a spot, yet the whole area has taken on a profound atmosphere. I'm seated beneath a small…
Almost a full year has passed since last I was where I now sit: resting upon the bridge just below the mailboxes. It is close to sunset as I write. The moon is waxing past 3rd quarter, and the stream still flows strong beneath the bridge. In fact…
From the top of this outcropping rock-slab, the valley below and many more distant peaks are exposed before me. Yet despite the grandeur of my view, all my attention is drawn to a tiny trickle of water that flows beneath my feet. A large section of the rock…
I'm sitting on the edge of the dip-hole. It's a very comforting place for me. The loud, drowning sound of the waterfall plunges into the icy pool below; the dense rhododendrons arch over the pool to form a finger-like umbrella; lots of water in perpetual motion, yet the…
Green Cove, Tessentee, NC Sitting on the porch, looking out at the various obstacles strewn about between me ant the woods, I begin to grasp how it is that so many folks in distant towns pass whole years by simply looking at the world in front of them.…
Presidential Mountains, NH Less than 24 ours have passed since I began my trek up this mountain, but in that time, the ordeal I put myself through could fill many days if taken at an average pace. It started out rather innocuously with a hike from Zealand road…
West Virginia It is now 1:00am, and most other sane people are sound asleep. I, however, am standing outside of a car, in the rain, donning funny looking clothing and a mixture of bizarre looking caving equipment. The cave we are about to enter is known as "Sites…
Leaving Green Cove is a difficult move -- though I've been here only a matter of months, I've formed a tremendous attachment to this place. The people, the walk from the mail-boxes, blackberries along the way, the icy dip hole, the porch swing,... Yes, mostly the people. Lisa…
Blue Ridge Mountains, NC I've come to a wooden bridge just below a 30' drop of cascading water. Well below the path of the stream, the trees open up to expose the valley below. The clouds above are actively moving about, but are mostly friendly in nature. The…
Blue Ridge Mountains, NC 8/19/91 I am lying down on a tiny sheet of plastic with all of my being intently focused on the art of staying dry. Ordinarily, this would be no big deal, except that I am once again under the tarps set up by Outward…