We wandered back
into the woods near Rocky Gorge on our way to Maine, and stumbled upon the closest thing
to natural paradise one could imagine...Falls Pond. It had been a rainy day until we
came down the hill to this magical place. The sun just popped out all of a
sudden. There were actually bluebirds flitting around in this little hollow, and the
forest walk around its perimeter was a profoundly peaceful experience.
Unfortunately, this picture does it little justice.