Saturday was yet another cold day. I'd looked out the window at the brilliant sunshine, hoping a bike ride would be possible, but once I'd stepped outside and felt the brisk breeze, I knew better. So I grabbed the camera and headed for the Skyline Drive in search of a waterfall.
I carried on down the trail acutely aware of the stillness. Back in England I was used to hearing the constant twitter of birds, and even after nearly
20 years in the States I'm still instantly aware of the silence whenever I start a
hike. I find it difficult to believe that these great tracts of wilderness have so few birds. I was the only one on the trail, and standing completely still, the only sound I could hear was the odd vehicle passing above me on the road. But a little further down the trail I started to hear the sound of water, and as a small creek came into view the sound became louder.
It was quite hypnotic, just sitting on
the rock, feeling the warm sun on my face and listening to the thunder
roaring by, gently misting me as it passed.
But the rock was bloody cold, causing me to reluctantly stand and so after standing for a few more minutes I made my way up to the path again. Trudging back uphill to the car I listened as the water sounds slowly got fainter, leaving the sound of silence to accompany me once more as I trekked upwards.
Once off the mountains I drove back through Front Royal, and passing a bar, a person wielding a paintbrush by a wall caught my attention, so I looped back and got out to investigate.