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Dec. 12th, 2002 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishPoor attempts at poetic imagery aside, tramping around in the woods was refreshing. It's good to get out and do things once in awhile.
It's more like "big chunks of rock in a bigger hole" than "ruins in a hollow." I feel justified in calling it "ruins," though, because the hole doesn't really look natural. I'm not sure what would cause a 15-foot deep, 50-foot-across hole in solid rock.
Winter is the best time to go wandering in the woods. The greenbriar has mostly given up, and the other thorny plants just seem kind of apathetic about grabbing clothing. You can see further, too.
For I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see,
You were a-wandering out on the hills of Iowa and you were not thinking of me.
The top of the hill is basically bare of smaller plants. I don't think it's just the deer, either; the backside still has actual greenery, and tons more vines. There's a valley behind the hill that doesn't seem to have any water at the bottom (I didn't go all the way down), and goes off further than I was willing to go. My boots are not in fact waterproof.
Coming back up out of the valley there were few enough trees that I could look out down the cul-de-sac street and see the houses vanishing into the fog. Very, very cool. Next time I'll take the trouble to find a camera before I leave.
I didn't dream last night. For which I am grateful. Getting woken up out of dreams by the alarm clock sucks.
It's more like "big chunks of rock in a bigger hole" than "ruins in a hollow." I feel justified in calling it "ruins," though, because the hole doesn't really look natural. I'm not sure what would cause a 15-foot deep, 50-foot-across hole in solid rock.
Winter is the best time to go wandering in the woods. The greenbriar has mostly given up, and the other thorny plants just seem kind of apathetic about grabbing clothing. You can see further, too.
For I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see,
You were a-wandering out on the hills of Iowa and you were not thinking of me.
The top of the hill is basically bare of smaller plants. I don't think it's just the deer, either; the backside still has actual greenery, and tons more vines. There's a valley behind the hill that doesn't seem to have any water at the bottom (I didn't go all the way down), and goes off further than I was willing to go. My boots are not in fact waterproof.
Coming back up out of the valley there were few enough trees that I could look out down the cul-de-sac street and see the houses vanishing into the fog. Very, very cool. Next time I'll take the trouble to find a camera before I leave.
I didn't dream last night. For which I am grateful. Getting woken up out of dreams by the alarm clock sucks.