I was determined to get pictures of our secret grotto. I flooded the mule. Well, then, a slow foot trip to the bottom of the hill and by definition of hill, back up again.
I'll stop fearing getting away from the house and getting swoony, but let's be practical. Rebel and I will need a small backpack, food supplies for 3 days, camera, cell phone, snakebite kit, bear taser. Check, check, check.
The grotto has been formed by the flooding and the spillway from the adjoining property's lake. I had to perch on a 12 inch wide shelf of clay sandstone stuff and fight Rebel's "keep you safe" tongue lashings to get the pics. If I could have squirmed down onto my belly to get the camera really steady, I would have captured a more clear shot of a secret hidden in a pasture. However, I hope you enjoy.
Why You Have Come Here
If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.