On the way back, Carl, our Corgi, found the old staircase from a time when people lived here.
And a time when someone planted this huge Magnolia tree and piled rocks into a stone wall to separate the small community from the commotion and activity of the power plant.
It would appear that this is a very invasive wildflower. It's beautiful but, like Genisteae or wild Broom, it spreads like wildfire.
and Carl got his paws wet without getting in over his head.
And then there is this...
and the butterflies wait patiently....
And so we took our last look at the river.
“If we surrendered
to earth's intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.” ~Rainer maria Rilke~