The Hobbit Trail (Near Yachats, Oregon)

winds down the side of the mountain through the troll king's forest door the cobwebs spun with fairy dust from limb to ancient limb a spider's walk of wonder this twist and turn through a maze of vine and weedy tapestry the sunlight sparkles through the dew-dropped leaves that light our way listen the crow's call cracks the quiet air the wizard beckons— our footfalls glide through a narrow pass close walls of stone, cold smell of salt the steep descent from the shadowlands where earth becomes sand and the green world opens… to the blue sky and the vast impossibility of an uncrossable sea. ~ Laurence Overmire