Take from this world. There is so much that it offers you.
Learn from others. Sit at the feet of the wise. Learn their ways.
Humble yourself to God's direction and wisdom.
Be willing. Give back. Love.
These are my goals.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011

One Day of Sunshine.

The Yorkshire Dales are a beautiful and some what mythical place.  They remind me of some where that tales of creators never to be discovered were thought of and told around fires.  I walked through Dry Valley on my way back from Malham Tarn(Lake) yesterday.  It was a shallow valley of green and rock surrounded by and submerged in fog.  A rock wall split the small valley in half and several other rock walls cut in and out as I walk along.  About a quarter of the way down I found a sheep that was dead; its back right leg had been eaten and some of the intestines were strewn about.  The night before I slept just above the Tarn in a field.  During the night I heard sheep grassing by my tent.  The dense fog that rolled in about seven that evening didn't let up the next morning as I packed my tent and sleeping bag.  I started down the valley about mid-day; past Malham Tarn, through Dry Valley, and over Malham Cove to Malham- where I spent the night drying out in a B and B.
Malham Cove was at one time a massive water fall.  The melting water from the glacier ran through the valley and over the falls.  Water still runs through there but not over the falls- it runs under it.  Just above Dry Valley, run off water from Malham Tarn disappears.  It flows underground for about three miles and re-appears underneath Malham Cove to continue though the Southern Dales as a stream for animals to bathe and drink from.
Walking through the Yorkshire Dales I got some funny looks from the locals- the sheep and cows.  A few of them stomped their feet as a warning.  I was hauling about thirty-seven pounds so I was in no position to just up and run for it.  (I don't think fighting sheep and/or cows with horns is a good idea with or without a pack on, thus running was my option.)
My final words for this subject are these.  The Yorkshire Dales is a wet and beautiful land- the order is important.  It is extremely wet.  Moisture comes from all angles, there was no way to get away from it.  In the same respect, beauty is in everything.  There is no escaping the green and lush hills dotted with animals and lined rock walls.  I thought I'd seen what heaven will look like so many other places but if heaven had to choose its face, this would be it.

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