It was when I went to see the pictographs that I realized what else was here. Something you couldn't actually see - just feel. There were the spirits - the ancient spirits of the first people. Spirits who inhabited the water, the rocks and the trees - powerful gods that could be fickle when angered. And then there were the souls of the ancestors, the ones who created the myths, recorded in the pictographs; as well as the coastal footpaths we were on.
It was eerie and enriching at the same time. Here is a rock face similar to the one used for the pictograph. I couldn't take a picture of that one because in spite of climbing down 3 "flights" of stone "steps," I still had to walk out on slippery rocks that were at a 45 degree angle into the lake. I was wearing sandals. I will go back with better footwear!
One of the flights of stairs.
My quotation for the post -
Have an awesome day