We woke to the sun lifting the mist out of the forest around us. It would be a good day for a hike.
A wee diagram on the Hocking Hills State Park campground map informs us that there's a hiking trail nearby that leads to "The Gorge Overlook Trail." Well, it's finally stopped raining, a sunny day is dawning, and we've been driving for a long time. We need a hike. So we cheerfully embark on the trail, commenting on how woods are most beautiful in autumn's slanted light.
We are unaware that we're about to go shake God's hand.
We hear people down somewhere below us as we tromp along - another campground not far away, we surmise. One with lots of loud kids. And a bit later, we hear water. Big water. And then we see rock. Big rock. And then we see the sign to "Old Man's Cave," and not long after that is when we meet God.
What's to be said about this? A simple gasp might express it best. Children scream it. The wise stand and reflect.
The procession of hikers watch their footing carefully along these unprotected ridges and crags, and the sun hits it all and bounces, and the water reflections on rock wall render you speechless.
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