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York Cliff Walk … part three.

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Walking through the tree tunnel….

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Brings you to a little beach entrance…

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And a beautiful home at the end of the trail.

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The path simply stopped. It dead ended and other than strolling across someone’s lawn, our only option was to turn around.

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With a last look at a perfectly placed hammock…

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We headed back the way we came and as always… noticed different things.

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The husband was mesmerized by this gravity defying stone and had to investigate.

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No adhesive, no bolts.

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Just the perfect combination of natural depressions and angles.

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Back on the path…

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I took time to love me some rocks.

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The striations, the colors.

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The wind blown ruined hairdo…

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It was all good.

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I do love my rocks.

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Quirky windswept trees have so much character.

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But watching where we were stepping became important in places. I don’t think this trail has been repaired for decades.

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