"I like this place, and willingly could waste my time in it" - ShakespeareSteep ridges of sandstone shade us from the sun, as we make our way deeper and deeper into the gorge, the rushing white water drowning out our exclamations. Surely if castles were still erected they would tower over this place. I watch the small crevices for movement, determined to catch a glimpse of a gnome, dragging my finger along the rock, scanning for pixie dust. The stone path narrows as the rock wall boast out in the formation of animals and faces. The frozen elephant lowers
his trunk, giving us permission to pass. Rainbows hide in the falls and trees hang freely over the rock cliffs and watch us from above; some teasing us with string like roots as if we were kittens. The water stops and foams, before finding a new route. In a hurry, in a hurry, to find its way out. Spiders weave their webs to catch water droplets from the spray. Deep green hostas and ferns hold tight as if potted to the temple chasm walls. Further down we climb, but no shoreline exist, closer to the rage, the depth of 80 some feet. Our clothes are dampened as we near....close enough to almost touch it, then a steep green ladder appears, inviting us to climb to the heavens, to where the trees tower and where castles would be, to see where we have been, or where we could be. http://www.ausablechasm.com/
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