After following the trail for a while you will eventually come across an opening in the forest, a field seemingly used for telephone and power lines to travel through, but a paradise none the less.
A well crafted bridge, simple but strong, sits over the Centennial Brook. This is the place that I have chosen, a prairie that reminds me of my summers back in Minnesota. Surrounding the tall grasses are predominately Eastern Hemlock and Eastern White Pine, with the occasional Paper Birch or Boxelder trees that define the perimeters of the two forests. Lining the brook are invasive Buckthorn surrounded by a wide variety of prairie grasses and wildflowers.
Although the power lines above, and the occasional plane passing over are disturbances in the natural landscape I still feel relaxed and “at home” in this place. It seems like I have found a place where my primitive side and my civilized side can coexist. Birds chirping, squirrels chattering, and quiet babble of the brook. This is truly a place to be revisited!
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