For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
For some tree-hidden cliff across the lake." -Frost, The Most of It
Nothing like an icy hike on New Year's Day. Silver Creek Falls all frosty and forbidden. Rocky steps covered in thick, sleak cold. A split cedar has unearthed, lays broken across the falls. Hold fast to your frigid perch, old friend. Can't venture further... no safer than this.