My dad and I went for a walk in the woods on Christmas Day. We explored the area below my perching spot. You can tell that it was once a quarry because of the straight lines and man-made marks on some of the rocks.
Perhaps it was quarrying that created this relatively smooth wall.
The wall was covered with ice, and there was water flowing under the ice. It made a chilly sound reminiscent of dry leaves rattling in the wind. In this close-up you can sort of see the water under the ice.
Here is one of those wonderful pines that I had admired from my perching spot. That’s my dad walking around the tree.
And this high point here might be my perching spot, but I’m not sure. My sense of direction is actually very good until I need it, and then it fails me. So I don’t entirely trust it!
