Falling Spring

What does a mermaid-wanna-be like me do while smack dab in the middle of the Midwest? Look for water, of course!

Thursday, Little Bit and I ventured over towards the town we will be moving to. On the way, after a right turn and a couple of left turns down on some forest roads, we came to one of the most unique places I’ve ever seen.

And, we had it to ourselves! It. Was. Amazing.

It was homesteaded in the 1850’s and has a wonderful log cabin and mill. It’s almost like some scene from a story. The water is crystal clear, under the mill is sand, and the whole area just screams “history.”

After poking around in the building for a few minutes, I stepped around back. We could hear water gushing and I expected to see something similar to what we’ve seen in the past few weeks- water either coming up from the ground or pouring out of rocks near the bottoms of caves.

Wrong!

Instead we saw nature truly putting on an incredible show. A gorgeous gift, aptly named:

Falling Spring.

Full Circle Again

We are moving, finally. After a year and a half of trying to move, things finally worked out.

My husband was offered a job in a new town on the opposite side of our state and after some heartfelt contemplation about the benefits of moving vs staying put, we grabbed onto our new adventure.

He started working over there three weeks ago and Little Bit and I are trying to get our two properties ready to sell. Last week, we went over to visit him and have a look around.

Oh my gosh!!! You guys are going to LOVE this area. I was so worried that we were leaving our clear water streams and land abounding with nature behind, but guesss what?

Over there, the rivers are clear, there is a National Scenic Riverway, and thousands of acres of National Forest land. I am absolutely sooooooooo excited. Just think of all the new places we will have to explore!

In fact, we’ve already started. Within this past week, we’ve already ventured down several pine tree lined mountain roads, looked for wild horses, hiked around a gorgeous mill, stood on an old rickety wooden bridge, rung the bell at an old schoolhouse, and seen water the color of a stunning blue ocean in an Ozark stream.

Oh, and get this. There is a fishing lake just north of our new town which is pretty cool. You see, about twenty two years ago, my husband and I lived at a lake and went fishing almost every night after work.

When we moved to Marshfield seventeen years ago, things came full circle (you can read about it here, if you like) and as crazy as it seems, my heart just told me, they are coming full circle again.

An Eagle

Last Thursday, with frost pending the next morning, Little Bit and I decided to spend the last warm day taking a drive. 

Our beloved gravel road welcomed us and for some reason, it seemed a little more expansive than usual.


A half a mile later, we spotted this sweet soul enjoying a cool down from the day’s heat. 

As soon as we got to the river, I parked and got out to take some pictures. The scene was stunning. The blue of the sky and the  leaves floating by, nearly took my breath.

However, the real surprise came when I decided to video the wind’s soothing song. That’s when something glided into my view. It took a second for it to register what I was seeing: 

  • elegant entrance
  • white tail
  • a black body 
  • Oh my gosh, is that a white head? 

Wow! Talk about a treat! I almost fell over when I realized that it truly was an eagle. 

(If you zoom into the video a little bit, you can see him come in from the top left, head towards the middle of the water, then come up and land in a tree, downstream on the left.)