This is a true story that happened in Croft State Natural Area in northern Tennessee. I have read that it happened. ขายตัว
On October 12, 1981 my husband and I decided to take a day trip from Ouray, UT to visit the Enchanted Forest state park in Croft State Natural Area. It was a 13 mile round trip that took about 4 hours to complete. We never set out to explore the aspen forest, but instead we went straight for the old mill house.
The aspen trees were not as high as they are today, but they had green needles and were very trim. The trail was not wide so we had to have good hiking shoes, a light rain jacket and a hat. We also carried 2 liters of water per person, as well as a couple of alpine flowers since we did not see any other signs of civilization.
We started at the sign pointing left at the entrance of the forest. On the way to the mill house we saw horse dung and horse droppings as far as we could see. The edges of the trees were hanging low,ieties were missing or damaged. A couple of young aspens lined the trail to the mill.
Silas decided to stay with us and rest, but he did have to turn around to get back to the entrance of the mill house. We met him there and he wanted to walk out, but we stopped him. We walked around the mill for a while, he told us that the water in the mill was not like the water we get at home, it was too cold. Then he turned and went to the far side of the milling complex. แตกคาปาก The complex had an area of excellent wildflowers, including red and pinkbanded sunflowers, and autumn azaleas. These flowers would usually stay in the complex until late October, giving those wonderful autumn leaves.
After a while we walked back to the signpost that would take us to the start of the trail. Silas happened to be carrying a heavy bag, so he put a weight on the end of it and walked toward the complex, which was now becoming visible. The route was obvious, as were the flowers, but the log was nowhere in sight. After searching the area some more we figured out that the bag must have dropped in the narrow passage ways just below the top of the falls.
We went down to the bottom of the falls and looked for the biggest rock there. As we were standing up high enough to see the top of the falls, we heard some unusual noise. We were whispering and crying, and the man in the bag clothes was leaning back into his pack looking ashen. We thought it best to turn around and head back. We were beginning to regain our morale.
As we made good our way back to the bridge and the parking lot, we witnessed a large boulder falling across the trail right in front of the path, right where we had to walk over it. The path was clearly made of rock, as were the flowers and small limbs. We continued our way over the mountain and came to the fork in the trail. Instead of going to the right, we decided to go left. The trail unfolded into a meadow of flowers. We walked a short ways further and were at the top of the falls again. Silas, who had been looking for us, stopped and looked into the meadow. He had spotted the falls, but Rattlesnake Creek didn’t.
We didn’t waste any time looking for the falls. We had seen them on the way up, when we were going down. They were right in front of the main trail, as you could see from the roadside. We walked down the main trail, but soon had to turn around to see the falls. As we stopped the trail a small child came running up, followed by another, both of them with their hands in their pockets. My heart sank when I saw what they were carrying. เปิดซิง Looks like they were carrying a camera to forever remember this trip. I got out of the truck and went to them.
The mother Duck was standing there, holding the hand of her ducklings. I extended my arms out to her and lady in front of me. They swiftly flew up into the air a few feet in the air, just high enough for one of them to hit the ground. Ducks after them soon lined up in a tight formation, as if they were all waiting for someone. Lady Anchorage was flying high in the sky, with her young in her arms.
flies nymphs were all over, the largest one on the bushy area beside me, stealing food and trying to blend in with the surroundings. All I could see was this giant insect of a creature soaring in the air late September in Colorado.
late September in Colorado
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