These were the hunks and chunks of what was once The Abandoned. Since the day I took this picture, these chunks have been reduced to pea sized gravel. Not a bad thing. Sissy and I have discovered one can find the most amazing agates and beautiful rocks in the piles of gravel left in the wake of the destruction of The Abandoned.
How grateful I am to see that the magic of the forest of our childhood is still alive and well.
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