We had to cross what once was called the Valley of ORMES. No elm but plenty old hackberry, elm bastards over here and there, everywhere!
At the entrance of the valley known as a fox waiting for us. He stared at us, motionless, we scanned all of his senses subtle and refined as a guardian of the place.
In fact we were looking for anything in particular except that to taste the soul of St. Helena Island steeped in history and beauty.
live the present moment and our presence at this moment! It was the feast, again with blues in the firmament. While we did nothing and yet we feel fulfilled.
We have continued our hike until the silhouette clean elm draws our attention. Remarkable finesse! Yes, it was indeed the biggest elm tree that you can see on the island, at least to our knowledge.
A remnant from the days when the elm trees near inhabited the valley? A plantation?
This tree more or less centenary next to the restaurant Hélène de Champlain! It is there as it does not beings hiding fed out of the famous restaurant. It is here as it offers food that is his presence to lovers and lovers of rare and beautiful things. It is a dessert, starter, main meal ,..., up to you!
We are not returned through the valley. We took another way back. But was there ever really a return?
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