While we were out for a walk a few days ago I heard what sounded like a stream but couldn’t see anything from the path we were on. We took a right and waded through a rough patch of dry underbrush. About fifty yards from the trail I noticed an incline that led to a small ravine where rainwater was passing through an old pipe under some rail tracks, flowing into a soft and peaceful stream. Before I could decide if it was safe to climb down Scully was at the bottom and busy exploring this tiny oasis. Here are two photos we made.
