At the Pine Creek Gorge I feel a sense of peace and of mission, because those who call it home ask only that I give them space and that I help to tell their story. I receive from this wild community so much grace, mercy, and sense of call that it feels more like home than any city or town I've ever lived in.
Ravens, vultures, and peregrine falcons depend on the canyon carving creativity of nature's rock hammer since flat rock perches on horizontal cliff faces are perfect for resting and for raising families.
What a gift it was to spend time at the Pine Creek Gorge between Ansonia, Leonard Harrison, and Colton Point; rocks, water, ice, winter-wind, ravens at Peregrine Rock, the Kinglet of the Gorge, and me.
Ravens dance through the air with such enthusiasm that I can't help but wonder if they might feel the same sense of deep joy as I in places like this; where the sun shines bright on rocky cleft and hemlock bough, and where steep canyon walls carved by nature's rock hammer angle steeply towards the cool flowing waters of Pine Creek far below.