Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Pinnacle Rock



Hidden in the trees for most of the year, in winter the monolith called Pinnacle Rock reappears like a ship plowing through the snow of the ridge to the south of our house.
At its 'prow,' the rock is 35 or 40 feet high. The farther side backs up to the mountain so that an unwary hiker traveling down the ridge when all the trees were leafed out could find him or herself suddenly teetering on the edge of quite a drop.

Pinnacle Rock holds a sort of magic for me. In summer it's guarded by brambles and poison ivy and it's been years since I came near it. But I love to watch it floating there in the midst of the snowy woods.

And someday, I hope to work it into a story.

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13 comments:

Martin H. said...

Vicki

From the photographs, it has a certain menace about it. As you say, maybe a number of possibilities for inclusion in a story.

Miss_Yves said...

Fantastic pictures !
I understand that you feel fascinated by this rock: an excellent subject for a novel!

Pat in east TN said...

That's one heck of a rock! I love the looks of our woods in the winter and love to walk through them getting a close up on everything from our rocks, which are nothing like yours, to the ground cover that hangs in there during the cold.

We have snow flurries this morning and the ground is covered!

Vicki Lane said...

"A certain menace," says Martin and my mind coughs up this idea: What if every morning the rock seems to have moved slightly -- infinitesimally. At first I think I'm imagining things but then . . .

Reader Wil said...

Yes Vicki, there must be a very mysterious secret hidden under that rock!I am sure you'll find out someday.Have a great week!

Miss_Yves said...

Yes, our cider is"sparkling, alcoholic, with a hint of apple flavor"
You can drink it at the restaurant, but you can't sell it anywhere:In Britanny, Normandy and ...au Pays Basque it's a typical beverage.
More or less sweet in different countries .
Anyway, you find the best cider in the farms!

Vicki Lane said...

Thanks, Wil! And thanks,Miss Yves, for the information on French cider!

Anonymous said...

or maybe it's pointing toward the menace, giving warning. I like my rocks positive.

Lynne in GA

Victoria said...

Beautiful rock! I love rocks; big, little, in-between, it doesn't matter. I think some of them must have wonderful tales to tell. Wouldn't it be great if we could hear them?

Carol@ Writers Porch/ Book House said...

I'd have to clean out from around that rock and make it my get-way think rock! :)

Vicki Lane said...

Oh, I think it's a positive rock, Lynne, though mysterious . . .

I have that same feeling, Victoria, that it has a story to tell.

That would be lovely indeed, Carol, but it's a Very steep climb up to the rock and in summer there's a mass of poison ivy and brambles -- not to mention all those trees that would need felling. It would take a serious amount of manpower and chain saws and bag lunches to clear a way, not to mention keeping it clear. Alas, not gonna happen, I fear.

Goats would work -- but first a fence would have to be built -- and clearing would have to be done to build the fence . . .

Tipper said...

Now that is neat. It makes me wish I could hike up there and sit on it.

Vicki Lane said...

Me too, except for the poison ivy which, even in winter will set me itching.