My Spot

I was walking down by the stream, hearing the water rushing and the birds chirping. There was an open space I could see on the trail. I could see the water rushing downstream and trees framed the space. I sat on a wet log after the rain. It felt so serene. I knew that this was my spot.

You get there by walking along the trail, then turn left. Then you go straight until you get to a clearing. Then you keep going the same direction down and follow that path to a place where you see the stream with Eastern Hemlocks and logs, as well as some fallen trees on your left.


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