“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
The trails at the state parks always have plenty of rocks to walk upon. Big rocks, small rocks, round rocks, jagged rocks, flat rocks, colorful rocks, all sorts of rocks. I suppose that is why they call the trails rugged.
These pictures show Trail #2 at Clifty Falls State Park located just west of Madison, Indiana. Calling it a ‘trail’ stretches the scope of the definition.