Poison Ivy and the Drums
This past Saturday before starting work, I went looking for a cache here in Staunton.
It was hidden at a seldom visited park that offers an excellent view of the city as well as a nice quiet place to reflect.
I did not find it, however, because as the description said … it was in the middle of poison ivy.
I did poke around with a stick, but no luck.
Then … in the middle of my searching I begin to hear drums.
African drumming with an uplifting beat lifted my spirits and touched my soul.
Although I have no regrets on having visiting the sight and my experiences there, I have to say that the poison ivy I broke out in is a bit bothersome.
May my skin soon be healed.
