This morning, having my journal/Bible time, I saw a deer come into the back of the yard. I was so surprised to see it, and for some reason, happy. I guess they are pests. I mean, they eat gardens, and run in front of cars and stuff. But seeing it reminded me of that book “Hinds’ Feet on High Places” and I remembered little Much-Afraid and how the Shepherd led her to the heights and she learned how to overcome her fears. I remembered how I read that book and it ministered to me about 10 years ago, and I remembered reading it at Tallulah Gorge State Park in Georgia while on a solo camping/hiking trip. And all of a sudden I really thought I should read that book again, since I have been struggling so much with fear.
All because of a deer.
Well, I also decided I ought to take the kids to a nature park. I miss getting out in the woods by myself … or at all. I had heard about a nearby park called Buttermilk Falls and decided to go check it out. It certainly would be no Tallulah Gorge, but perhaps it would quench the waterfall itch for a bit.
Lest I keep you in suspense, here is the waterfall.
I had read on the sign that Fred Rogers (of Mister Roger’s Neighborhood fame) had spent his childhood visiting the falls and he used to go behind the water…I was hoping we could get back there, but with two small kids and steep, slippery slopes, that wasn’t gonna happen. Plus we had to go around this very large gate to even get down to the top of the falls … (was that bad?)
We stayed on top of the falls. Little man actually didn’t care for being here very much. He told me he was ready to eat lunch, and he was sort of scared. I wondered if we ought to spend more time in eerily quiet woods, going around gates that are supposed to keep you out of places. This boy needs a sense of adventure!
I discovered the difference between the 2001-me and the 2011 me. 2001-me is definitely a long way away. 2001-me used to hike and bike on a regular basis and once, inadvertently, endangered the health of my boss by taking a group of co-workers on an overly rigorous hike at Old Rag, Virginia. Not only was my boss having trouble breathing, but when we were nearly at the top of the mountain, we had to hide under a bunch of large boulders because a thunderstorm came through. Not the best leadership on my part… So that’s what we’re dealing with here. (My boss was OK.) 2011-me had this faint inkling to go down as far as we could, but knew it would never be safe with the kids. I had one on my back and one who was already nervous. So let’s just say, Yay for progress; I used good judgment. And maybe one day I can get back there and just hike down by myself, and go behind the falls, young Fred Rogers-style.
Overall, a good day. New memories. Tons of fun pictures. And tons of squeals from delighted children souped up on Ring Pops on the way there. So blessed.