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The trail that led to Old Man’s Cave was picturesque. Bones enjoyed the view from within the gully. The layers and curves of glaciers, and then water, had cut over the centuries, carving into the stone...the moss and ferns and trees, some with gripping roots exposed as they sprouted and grew among the walls, clefts and overhangs...he took it all in. He examined the rock formations, such as the protrusion of rock extending from the rim above the gorge, almost like a thick surfboard, or a giant’s tongue.
That, he thought, might be one of the places where, at night, a ghost could be heard. Of course, if one ghost was talking to another, it didn’t look like a formation where two would stand and converse. Maybe one atop would speak to one below? He shook his head, thinking it might be too f
