After my cousin's wedding, we went for a hike on the island.
We came across a cliff that had eroded.
At several points in the past, the beach must have been higher, because different layers of rock and sand were piled onto each other.
This was near a tiny waterfall--more like a water-trickle. The large stones procted the sediment underneath them from eroding.
The cliff side had been there long enough for moss to start growing on it in some places.
It was easy to imagine one was looking at Arizona cliffs. I almost expected to hear the Road Runner.
No comments:
Post a Comment