Here is the spring by the old garden which is now a cow lot. Notice the rock structure. Dad built that years ago to enable him to pump from the spring. A calf fell in and Dad could not lift him out so he had to knock the wall down to remove the calf. The calf and Dad survived the ordeal but the wall was never built back.
I took a long walk and found deep holes that can be swimming areas and holes that were and are no longer.
Boo! This is why I will never be a film producer. I did not know where the camera was pointing so just took a chance.
I traveled the creek this Sunday and am only now getting it posted. I filmed the creek and told tall tales while filming the waters. I kept tripping, stepping in deep holes, hanging on limbs and finding it was difficult to climb rocks with one hand.
Oh, the plans I had!
I came in with high anticipation of the beauty I was going to show you, waterfalls and rocks and trees and moss. WELL, I deleted every one of them.
I kept turning the camera off accidently, I had some clicking noise inside the camera you could hear on the film, Gypsy hogged the lime light and I got stuck on a tree. Also the camera, for some reason, had rotated them so you would have to watch them sideways.
So, instead of movies, you will have to close your eyes and imagine my soft, gentle(not out of breath) voice, telling you tales as I climbed to my favorite spot. The sun was shining, the dogs were with me, the water was falling and crystal clear.
Can you hear me?