The view from above is startling green, only to be punctured by the clearest of blues. Mimicking bottled water for clarity and the wolf for self-preservation, this wondrous view entices the eyes. Even in the plane you can see pines untouched and maples untapped, each with their own saplings around them. They wave in the wind, scaring birds of brown and gold into flight, each mingling and flowing together to make a mass more solid than the stone cliffs they hunt from, yet more fluid than the water below.

Once on the ground, the pine dominates the nostrils. Underlying oak and fresh water spice become more apparent as you approach the shore. The plane fades giving way to the singing winged and the frantic four-legged, each pursuing their friends.

Noon fast approaches, drawing the silky deer and cotton rabbits for a drink from the smooth self-provided lake. Not a stream for stragglers nor a pond for the peckish, simply serenity serenading silence towards towers of trees tangled together.

Through thorns and burs meeting wasps and bees, each prick on the arm is cooled by the soft brush of wind giving lift to seeds and feathers. The barrier of bark is broken, leaving ecstasy for the senses. All is clear. Each tree is defined;animal heard;wind chilling;sweep felt. Every notion of beauty is known and the description is lost. Perfection in a glance is held from this point and no man has played a part. Nature at it's finest. This untouched world is larger than the earth, yet confined to this one piece of perfection protruding from development. From this single cliff, the glory of a wild world can be seen a thousand fold.