Over the next few days you will join me on my walk from the top of the brook down to the house. But the top isn't really the top. It is as far up as I got the day I walked up. Walking across the top of one boulder and leaning on another boulder, my leg fell in a hole that was an entrance to somebody's house under the rock. It hurt a lot, so I didn't go up any further.
Tomorrow I will post photos of the water as it flows and falls around the erratics that you see here. I love this brook and spend as much time as possible with it all spring, summer and fall. Spring is the best time to observe the geology of the land because the land is laid bare until the foliage comes out. When the land is green, a lot is invisible.