Walking beneath the Hemlocks, along the top of steep terrain.
Hearing nothing but the river, all the way down that gorge.
Wandering through the bayou, laughing about the otters, dreaming about how to share these things without obliterating them...
Toes in the dirt, ears in the wind...
The opportunity to walk a place and see how it was...
to see what it could be...
and to plan for both of those things to exist at the same time...these opportunities can be rare. To have that experience at the (then future) DRCF is one of my favorite stories. To dream of a trail system and public use plan that preserves the beauty of such a unique place is unparalleled and I treasure it.