The trees speak of landslips, the earth falling down on boardwalks that wandered through the gorge beside the glistening water. It’s been a few years that the man-made trail was covered by nature’s own connections. The new found silence tells us, this is a more peaceful way.
Shape shifting waters flow down Alt Mor, offering glimpses of animals who roamed here before the leaves changed their colours. We sense the presence of spirits, the wise glint in the eye of the birds that gave their name to the rock above the path. Between beech and Douglas firs, moss climbs towards heaven.
follow the stream