Very early in my hike the fog was obvious. The thickest fog was east of my position in the direction of the Allegheny River. I began this trek following an old gas well road within the confines of a state game lands. I did not travel very fall when the road was very obscure and covered with chest high grasses and timothy plants. I went about a hundred yards and decided to reverse course and hike another area. The heavy dew on this vegetation felt like a cold glass of water being thrown upon my legs with each step…uncomfortable feeling at best. I found some turkey feathers while walking out and wondered what may have occurred at the site.
The change in a more north-easterly direction eventually placed me along the ridgeline of a very steep “river hill”. The thick fog was being permeated with the morning sunlight. My positioning was perfect, so beautiful was this site, I sat down to enjoy the view. I took a number of photographs from this ridge. This was one of those, “I hope this never ends” moments.
The time in position allowed for a “spiritual session.” My emotions were that intense and I was sure thankful to be a witness. Ther are many times in today’s world when such feelings are needed.
However, the fog began to dissipate, and I, reluctantly, elected to move on. I hiked around the area until the heat began to be felt. Along with the heat the insect life increased.
Throughout the morning I would see around eight deer and many squirrels.
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Such lovely photographs of our Heavenly Father’s handiwork.
Thank you….I, too, felt as if in a spiritual mode.