I see faces everywhere and sometimes they’re pretty spooky. I was walking down from our
campsite on Oak Creek when I heard a noise behind me. The first thing I see when I turn
around is this! It wasn’t this dark but that’s how I remember it/her/whatever 🙂
We’re going back soon and I hope to find this spot again. Flash floods have undermined old
Sycamores and you can see roots wrapped around rocks and boulders. Lots of potential photo ops.
It’s amazing what can be found out in the woods…this reminds me of a Stephen King story I read recently (shiver!).