Thank you Pamela S. Canepa for our photo prompt this week.
Every year for twenty-four years Pam and I had journeyed through the forest for 3.2 miles to re-visit the most important place in our lives. It was where we had met one summer day when we were fifteen. It took a handful of years for the orbits of our lives to full align, but once they did they were solid.
The first time we came here was on a picnic. The next was so I could propose and every anniversary since we have re-created some part of our history. But this year that is not possible. This year we have enjoyed so much rain. Well, too much rain, really. Like fourteen days of torrential water that washed out what kept the valley protected from the rocks above.
Now our beautiful spot resembles a hard labor camp for a prison. Rocks abound in all directions, certainly not leaving much of what we loved in place.