The ledges

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I drove 30 minutes after work yesterday, the opposite direction from home, back to my childhood home town, Grand Ledge.


I grew up in this little town of 7,000 people, where the sandstone ledges line the Grand River just two blocks from the house where I lived.



As a girl I could walk down the street any time I wanted (usually with a sibling) and stroll the 1.5 mile river path. I loved it.




The quiet is almost eery, and yesterday I felt the old subtle trepidation that something (or someone) was peeping out at me from one of the caves. Or like Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam, I could hide under this tree ledge (above) and be protected from something evil.



Climbers "top rope" climb these ledges. No rapelling or lead climbing allowed.