Places had water that are not meant to carry water.
The mud color is from erosion.
The high line crew has made many areas wash.
This is the creek crossing.
TP is considering whether to cross or not.
She gave me a crazy look when I waded across.
Self portrait in the woods
Beauty was every where. I was barefooted and the grass that had crumbled two days before was now soft to my feet. I explored a few places across the creek and headed back home. TP had not given up. She was still waiting for me.
My walk was over and my spirit renewed. The sun showed its promise for tomorrow. I am glad I asked for rain.