My drug of choice…

Gunpowder Falls is one of my favorite parks in Maryland and appropriately it is one of the places where I get the greatest respite from whatever is manifesting itself as a burden at the time.


On Saturday I just wanted to get away… From the connectivity and be accompanied by the sound of my feet and the rushing of the river to the side of me.


I like being in the midst of the park in the winter as I liken it to a sensuous experience of sorts. The leaves have fallen and the landscape is laid bare, Mother Nature is proverbially in the nude.


Making my way across the rocks to the other side, requires some dexterity that I’ve honed over the years.


This bridge was an interesting addition, I would typically get a running start and hurtle myself to the other side.


After making my way to the other side the sound from the river overtakes all else. I knelt down to get a picture of this majestic grass standing tall against the background, refusing to acquiesce to the grip of winter.


The Pot Rocks area of Gunpowder is probably the most empowering part. If you are nimble enough you can ford the rocks to make it to a group of mini-islands in the middle of the river.


I often sit here, losing my connection with time and the burdens that drew me here.


Sitting here… I realize that I breath more deeply than I do anywhere else and I wonder why. Is it that the water has a baptismal effect that purifies that what ails me or is it that this is the place that my burdens go to drown?


A light sprinkles down on my hat less head as I sit unmoving, transfixed… All is well in the world.


It doesn’t matter how many time I visit, I always see something different and I never feel the same.






I make my way up to the overlook and the feeling that I was looking for hits me with a resounding thud; empowerment and clarity, and after receiving this, I pivot and make 1.5 mile walk back with an ever-present smile on my face.


Grateful that this is my drug of choice.


As I continued on – A walk in Gunpowder Falls


It began innocently enough… I’ve walked this path many times before, casting my burdens by the wayside as I walked.


It was the calm before the storm…  And it was apparent that I was the only person along this stretch of the park, I walked without any sense of urgency.

I placed my gloved hands inside my jacket pockets to keep them warm,  after a few minutes I discovered that my normal route was flooded and frozen over.


What to do?

I walked gingerly and listened to the ice buckle and crack under my feet. It eventually gave way and I gave a silent thank you to waterproof boots as I continued on.


I was at this point in the trail when I reached the solace point.


The forest enveloped me in her icy embrace that I was impervious to, thanks to my internal thermal garments.

So, I continued on.


The beauty of winter is often underrated, as the cold reveals the terrain for what it is…

The majesty of the cliffs that jut out from the landscape are magnetic.


The power of the stream rushing to my right refuses to succumb to a fate of ice, being still isn’t what it aspires to.


I look up & wonder about the vantage point from the cliff…. I pause, before continuing on.


I reach a point in the forest where I usually ford the rocks to get to the other side only to find that it is covered by a layer of ice…

I see a future on me on my ass, which is a deal breaker.

No options, so I continue on… Discovering a path to my left.


I’m not ready to turn back because I haven’t acquired what I came here to get. I look upstream to see if there is another way across.


I follow this path and I kick  myself for not discovering this route previously…

And… I continue on.


The sound of the water rushing by insulates me from numbness spreading into my fingers.


I’m compelled to reach back to grab my camera, rabidly removing my gloves to snap pictures as I continue on.


The rush of the water is growing in volume… Filling my ears with the splendor of the sound.

So I continue on…




I wasn’t prepared for what was over the hill…

Undaunted, I continued on…



Here lies another set of waterfalls that I was oblivious to… I made my way down to the stream and absorbed the divine. My appendages weren’t cold, but were pulsating with the warmth of divine intervention.

I didn’t want to continue on…

But I did.


The icy embrace of winter made its presence felt as I continued on.

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How had this segment of the park slipped through my fingers after all of these years I wondered.



As I walked, I felt free, unburdened, unencumbered and I felt a smile creep over my face.



And I continued on…

Content after finding what I was looking for…

A slice of solace, piece of mind, a hug from the Almighty.