Home in the Forest
We looked left and there it was, a small gravel road. It wound it's way back into the forest. We kept our tires off the grass center. Above, trees canopied with sun sparkling off the leaves and lead the way. A short distance ahead a large rock loomed on the path and the road took a sharp bend. We stopped there on the side of the road and rolled out the awning, set out our tables and chairs. This would be home for a few days. Our front porch view to the woods beyond was defined by large elephant size rocks to the south and a seventy-five foot fallen tree to the east. To the west a flatter large rock separated us from the forest and our van blocked our view west to the bend in the road. Within our yard we have about half a dozen tall tall oak trees; one has an oval knot like a big open mouth. When the wind blows thumb size acorns drop. If the hit the van there is a tremendous thunk. Across the road is a path with steps made from the roots of trees that have collected dirt. We followe...