Another lesson…

learned in nature.

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If it weren’t for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.

Carl Perkins

I think it’s possible to see too much beauty in one day.

I remember studying geology in school and being fascinated by all of the terminology describing the structure of earth and its formation.

This beautiful area of carved rocks and turquoise colored glacial water couldn’t be seen from the road but lay just down a steep path that began a short distance from an otherwise bland roadside pull-off.

I could have spent days here studying and photographing the rock formations but with my propensity for attracting bears it didn’t seem like the best idea to camp here even if it had been permissible.

Learned a new term on this stretch of our travels…rock flour. Finely ground sediment created by the grinding of bedrock by glacier erosion.

This leg of the trip was a great reminder that new paths are carved slowly over time.

Some obstacles are washed away in an instant while others are carved away one layer at a time.

Although the scars that are left behind never completely fade, they do soften and create a new beauty built by strength and endurance.

It’s almost always about the water…