We spent a quiet, restful night in our cabin while the heavens poured buckets on the holler and the lightning flashed. I got up briefly in the night, and the creek was running so loud I thought D. had left the battery-powered fan on in the cabin.
In the morning, all was quiet, green, wet, fresh. And the creek was over the stepping stones. Not only was it a good six or more inches above the previous evening's level, but in seeking a place to cross, I noticed vegetation on the banks flattened by water last night -- another nine inches or more above the current level. That means that the creek gained some fifteen inches in the night and was on the way back down. Wow.
I did eventually manage to cross without getting my feet wet, and took these pictures. (Click on any pic to enlarge.) We came back this afternoon at our leisure.
|The Hallows Trail
Fuji's (L) and Cuthbert's (R)
The token I left on Cuthbert's cairn was a "rock" I made of pottery clay and fired in the oven. It carries the promise I had given to Cuthbert throughout his four years with us.