Ok, so here is short descriptive essay that I did last year. This is just my way of apologizing for the long delay on the chapter. Everyone that has read this loved it and I think you guys will as well. This is a real place and I have been here, and it looks amazing!
Winter had just grasped the region with its cold claws and the area was covered with snow. Rivers and lakes had formed a thick layer of ice over the surface, and the only signs of life were the evergreens scattered over the country side. It was night time and a recent blizzard had left a fresh layer of snow over the ground. The quiet of the night was suddenly disturbed as the sound of a car engine slowly approached. The car slowly slid to a stop at the end of a trail where a man cautiously stepped out to examine the snow-covered night time forest.
He watched as moonlight glinted off the snow, making it sparkle with light. He then turned to the path and began walking down it, passing a small building with a sign that said "Gooseberry Falls State Park". Inside the building was an information center and gift shop, which he occasionally looked at when it was open, but tonight he his objective was clear. He needed to escape the noise and chaos of city life. He longed to exchange heavy steel and concrete for the solace this place offered. He kept walking down the path until it split into two, one leading to the upper falls and the other leading to the lower falls. He took the one leading to the lower falls, walking along until he got to the bottom of the path. Gently, he stepped off the path and onto the frozen river.
He took a deep breath, tasting the cool, crisp air, and then slowly walked out further onto the river. He was surrounded by the gentle murmur of the flowing water. Looking down he brushed the snow away with his boot and looked at the river, still flowing beneath the ice under his feet. He then looked up at the frozen waterfall, and slowly approached it. Once he got to it, he placed a hand on the wall of ice and peered inside, watching the water falling behind the wall, listening to the rush of water as it plummeted to the earth. He remained that way for a few minutes, until the howl, which brought him out of his trance. He looked to the right, and at the top of the cliff was a young male wolf, calling out to the night; his eerie howl cutting through the blackness. The man slowly removed his then freezing hand from the ice wall. His movement caught the gaze of the young wolf and for a moment their eyes connected. In that brief instant he felt at one with the majestic creature and they shared a deep respect for the beauty before them. The lone wolf raised his head once again and another howl, this time much softer, pierced the silence. Icy fingers rippled down the man's back and before he knew it the wolf was gone. He stood there in utter peace for a moment, not wanting to let go of the moment, but he knew this trip would have to be brief. He needed to return to his world, but the memories of that night, and the young lone wolf would remain with him forever.