The modern in me wanted internet and phone but the storms left and took that access with them. I really didn't mind because I planned on viewing Rock Hollow in the beauty of the rain.
With reports of rain and sleet from Hubby and after a few false starts I headed out.
The sheer majesty of this place seems to make it magical.
I like to think once there may have been live water here tumbling swiftly as it does this Sunday.
The dogs explored, jumped the stream and sometimes waded. I think my enjoyment was contagious. They were smiling with me.
I discovered at the top the path is changing as it has many times I imagine. The Majesty of Rock Hollow always renews me. It reminds me that our Earth is ever renewing and ever changing as we should be.
Something told me to follow it to the creek.
So I followed the Rock Hollow run off until there were no more boulders. The water ran clear and swift and cold on its path to the sea. I stood at the point where Rock Hollow joined the main creek and wondered how I could survive the beauty of the Grand Canyon if I was this excited over a few rocks here At The Farm.