When Mom was a little girl the old growth trees were harvested leaving bare brown hills and the canyon. But over the years, nature restored its beauty with a passion. Huge fir and cedar trees were already in place when my siblings and I played on the wide tops of those huge old growth stumps. They became imaginary castles. Leaning from the largest stump, grasping the limber branches of the vine maple bowing overhead, we would swing across the small trickling stream. Ah, what adventures we had!
Now these stumps are covered with moss and delicate with age. The bare feet of childhood's past would not be able to step here. Can you find the large mossy heart on the side of the stump?
I find a sort of unearthly beauty about the grace of the mosses and fern one finds in the lands near The Abandoned.
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WARNING: If you visit The Abandoned, be sure to get permission from the owner, or caretaker before you come, otherwise you risk getting arrested for trespassing.
