The Felt-Like Fear of Fossilized Giants: A Gorge Encounter
As I trekked along the winding path of the gorge, the rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath my feet seemed to take on a menacing tone. The towering cliffs, once a tranquil backdrop, now loomed over me like sentinels, their ancient stone faces seeming to gaze down with a primordial intensity. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched, that unseen eyes were tracking my every step.
It was as if I had stumbled into a time warp, transported back to an era when pterodactyls ruled the skies and the earth was a vastly different place. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and moss, and the soft chirping of birds seemed to take on a prehistoric quality, as if the very creatures themselves were echoing the calls of their ancient ancestors.
As I walked, the path grew narrower, the gorge walls closing in around me like a vice. The sun beat down upon me, casting long shadows across the rocky terrain. I felt like a tiny, insignificant speck, a mere morsel waiting to be plucked from the earth by some monstrous, winged creature.
And then, I saw them. Fossilized impressions of ancient trees, their gnarled branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. It was as if the very earth itself was exhaling a sigh of ages, releasing the secrets of a bygone era.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed upon the fossilized remains of creatures that had long since disappeared from the face of the earth. The pterodactyls, with their leathery wings and razor-sharp claws, seemed to loom over me, their fossilized forms a haunting reminder of a time when the world was a very different place.
As I continued on my journey, the gorge seemed to grow even more oppressive, the shadows deepening and the air thickening with an otherworldly energy. I felt like I was walking through a dream, one that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
And yet, despite the sense of unease that had taken hold of me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for the ancient creatures that had once called this place home. The fossils seemed to hold a deep wisdom, a reminder of the transience of life and the enduring power of the natural world.
As I emerged from the gorge, the sun breaking through the trees like a golden torch, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The pterodactyls, it seemed, were no longer lurking in the shadows, their fossilized forms a reminder of a time long past.
But as I looked back at the gorge, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the experience. It was as if I had been given a glimpse into a world that no longer existed, a world that was both beautiful and terrifying. And as I walked away from the gorge, I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of this ancient, storied land.
I miss this spot so much. Maybe one day it’ll reopen.
I’ve gotten that same sense there☺️
Oneonta?