We’ve been chillaxin’ at the family campground, Split Rock. See why it’s called Split Rock? I think the property was purchased in the 70’s. Back then the crack was only a few inches wide; now it spans more than a foot and wider than two feet at the base. There is a tree that grows at the edge of the inside which makes us wonder if at some future point the roots will push the first half against the other and make it topple into the river. Tiny movements in time often add up to create collosial effects in the earth.
The water that flows between the crack sounds like a beating drum. Ever heard of a thinking stone? This one is the ultimate. It’s a place where worries drift away, answers emerge, and time does not exist. Sitting upon or beside that rock drowns out everything. You become one with the river, with life itself. You alone exist, no obligations or expectations; a pleasant removal from society for a short period of rejuvenation.
Here’s a closer view. You can actually stand sideways between the rock or climb into the bottom. I didn’t not slip inside…there are spider webs in there!
This was one of our views from the camper…green foliage, swaying trees, speckled stones, and crystal clear water…what’s not to love about serenity?
This is a view from the river of our five star accomodations. There is no need for air conditioning in the middle of a mountain sitting riverside. The breeze of the trees and mist of the river provide all the coolness needed. It’s a bit on the damp side but quite comfortable. We won’t talk about what that does to my hair, but hey I was on vacation!
Just looking at the water relaxes me. The river soothes the body and mind with its various acoustics of hums, whistles, sloshes, gushes, gurgles, trickles, plunks, roars, and laps. It is an aquatic orchestra. I could simply insert my feet into the water and the sound changed. The position of every object, depth of stones, and volume of water determine the sound of the flow. It all works together to create a comforting river symphony.
This is the star of the campground, the big waterfall with the swimming hole. Our crazy kids jump from the rock into the hole…not something I’ve ever done or ever intend to do! The force of the falls landing into the lower portion of the river creates a whirlpool…a great place for a natural massage.
Don’t you just adore this Independence Day table decoration my niece left for us? Ok, so we all participated in emptying the bottle. We were thrilled to have my niece, her husband, and my nephew join us for a night on the river. We sipped our drinks beside a crackling campfire, reminisced about old times, and philosophized about life in general. Of course, there were smores! It was a relaxing and enjoyed visit.
This is the lower dam that our friend spends a lot of time reinforcing and building up. It was optimal this time! We were disappointed to have missed him on this visit.
Here is yet another view of the big waterfall and split rock. No matter your location along the river, the peace it provides is fairly consistent.
Every night on the campground ended with a fire in the pit. We enjoyed sharing another campfire with two special cousins and a fabulous friend. Campfires are always better with shared drinks, food and stories. The night was pitch black with the brightest stars ever…however, the canopy of trees hid the stars. Lightening bugs (fireflies to you city folks!) lit at random throughout the entire property. I don’t know if it was because of the darkness of the mountains or if they were really the brightest bugs I’ve ever witnessed. They were so bright at times that I thought it was someone with a flashlight on the campground which then led to discussions of UFOs.
If you think a campfire is relaxing and the river soothing, imagine them together. We watched the flames dance from a charcoal grey to orange and yellow embers with flashes of blue in between with the hissing, crackling, and popping of sparkles playing off the drone of the river; a harmony of elements.