Charles & Freya Granite & Marsh

Naught more than thirteen steps beyond the massive network of shallow red Manzanita roots of the large tree which we had descended did we began to making our way slowly downhill. The ground opened up before us as we descended, not a tree before us or on either side, only loose rock and mud. Not soon after we began descending we found ourselves in a new labyrinth of granite walls covered in moss with large boulder formations jutted out from the earth here and there.

For hours we wandered about the granite labyrinth, ever so slowly making out way down hill; which really was the only thing that kept us from going in circles. We stopped once we reached what seemed like the bottom of the hill and the end of the granite walls which held our eyes captive under the fog, there before us was a marsh. Amidst an endless network of dark pools lay uneven ground of turf and tall grass, which we knew was unsafe even to look upon. Hidden from our eyes behind the patches of tall grass, rock and fog were dangers unseen, so there between the last two granite walls of the latest labyrinth we built a small fire for which we used small sticks for kindling.

In all hopes of returning,
Charles & Freya