October 17, 2016 It is an eighty degree fall day, the first full day of Succoth. I have been looking through photos I took last year at this time and last week to plan a landscape. On Saturday I headed out on my own, as I said I should not do. It is hard to find the right places to get the kind of photos I want for the landscapes. When I see a pretty spot, it is often on private property. If not, then it is almost always nearly inaccessible. That is what occurred on Saturday. I was wandering along this country road headed from 711 toward Rachelwood. I could see a slow moving shallow stream that twisted and turned among the trees in a lowland. The road I was on was twelve to fifteen feet above the creek. Ahead there appeared a nice sized safe looking parking spot on the oncoming side of the road. I pulled in.   Then I got out of my car and looked around for a gentle slope where I might safely get down to the level of the stream. There simply was none. I had my phone in a plastic bag in my sweatshirt pocket, my camera around my neck and my walking stick to help me steady myself. After three hesitant and unsteady footholds forward, down I went sliding and rolling to the bottom. I think it was at least ten feet or more. When I came to a stop, I was shaking hard. I had difficulty getting myself upright and when I managed it I checked myself over. Nothing seemed broken but everything hurt. After assessing the place I’d come down I knew I would not be able to get back up that way. I had no choice but to wander around until I could find a gentler slope out. Since I was there anyway, I decided I may as well walk beside the stream and take advantage of the strong sunlight and colorful foliage for some shots. I spent about an hour and a half there, all alone, half expecting a bear or mountain lion or big foot to jump out at me. The clouds had sifted across my sunny blue day and the light was almost gone. It was around four o’clock and I had time to get home before dark but more photos were out of the question. I headed toward the bank in order to work my way up to the road. Surprisingly, I was able to hairpin my way up without too much trouble. I thanked God for the beautiful time spent in solitude with His creation and now I hope I will be able to put my experience, or at least what I saw, on canvas for others to enjoy. I think I will post this journal page on my blog so my followers (that is a strangely inappropriate term) can laugh at my adventure.