What’s taking so long? Simple answer, the forest keeps getting in the way. The tangle of brush and branches have poked my eye, an ear (my good one), and regularly scratched and pierced exposed skin.  But I heal and return, ready to do it again, ever the optimist.

Each trip I fine tune the quest and eliminate possible areas. The creek bed is different today than in 1896. Debris accumulated in a sharp bend forced the water to make an easier path. I gain a better perspective.

Matt’s chosen pool is dry now. Nearby the creek babbles on, encouraging me to sit on my chair set firmly among the rocks in the stream.  I hang my wrists into the cold water and cool off.  As the heat of summer wears on, I persist. Determined as ever. A global community visits my blog and greatly increases my confidence. I will succeed.