Wandering through the paths that meander along the foot of the Bluffs, Rob and I found ourselves in a thicket of grasses that towered 8 feet high, with the tall cliffs seeming to bend and twist above. I felt like I was in a different country, if not another world.
Purple splashes everywhere, courtesy of blooming thistle, chicory & astor.
We got to the beach and admired a tree that had washed to the shore. Bark was stripped bare along one side to expose an entirely smooth surface, but on the other side it held the pattern of the waves, and one of its' twisty branches was just sprouting new growth.
No one else was around, and as we looked up the cliff wall it seemed it could crumble at any moment.
These Bluffs have evidence of plants from 70,000 years ago and hold traces of a last glacier from 12,000 years ago.
Sometimes it feels good to be put in your place.
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