|This is the remains of one of several cabins we discovered along the Blue Trail at Bottom Creek.|
|Susan photos pine cones.|
I've probably hiked Bottom Creek six or seven times, but never on the Blue Trail. This one led us straight to an old 1860-circa settlement, one we learned was occupied at first by Civil War deserters. The log cabins are in various forms of decay, but if you get really quiet--and you can do that in this pristine gorge--you can hear the people still hanging around their homes.
The cabins, smoke house and chimneys were simply marvelous to photograph--Susan is a fine photographer who burns up batteries like monkeys eat bananas. Here is some of our day. Hope yours was grand, too.
|Sometimes Mother Nature delivers a simple message: "I love you." Thanks, Mom.|
|This is a corner of one of the cabins.|
|That's me in the corner, in the spot-light losin' my religion.|
|Susan found a root to shoot.|
|The moss adds bright color.|
|I like this shot of Susan in her element, black and white, she in color.|
|This was once somebody's home.|
|Don't go in there, Susan!|
|The falls at Bottom Creek.|
|Pampa at the falls.|
|The falls back up Susan.|
|Pampa gets a drink from the falls. (Susan's idea.)|