Deep Mountain Cathedral

We hiked down to the Falls of Seneca Creek. The temperature was cool. The water was flowing. The moss was slick. The Rhododendrons were blooming.

Once we reached the highest falls on Seneca Creek, we turned our attention downstream. The trail is no longer maintained much past the falls, so it is treacherous footing on the moss-covered rocks and steep, rocky hillsides. In fact a short distance below the falls there are remnants of an old bridge that once served the trail. It consists of several three inch diameter logs strapped together and lashed to some dead trees. The bridge runs about twelve feet, and its surface is so moss covered that it is nearly indistinguishable from the fallen trees that surround it. Walking on it looks like good way to break your neck.

With my camera in one hand and my tripod in the other, I climbed over a few cascades and waded my way down the stream for a couple hundred yards and found this little photograph. It is composed of three rows of eleven images. If you haven't already, click on it to see a bigger version. I count myself lucky if I get two or three great images in a year. This image is number three for the year along with Pointy Knob Waterfall, and The Rewards of Sleeping Late..