Lost Creek Hollow why not? i'm a republican.

Liffey followed one of the winding creeks North for about ten minutes before abandoning it to follow the stretch of a long ridge to the West. It was only a four foot drop from one plane to the next, so she felt comfortable trotting right along the edge. She liked to use her imagination and pretend the drop was far steeper than it actually was (and far steeper than any she would truly dare walking this close to), so she didn’t mind that it wasn’t exactly the most direct path to where she was headed.

She was drifting around in her own head when her son’s voice summoned her back from it. She paused to glance over her shoulder and smiled to see him coming towards her. He was growing more and more like his father every day and it simultaneously warmed and broke her heart. ”Hi Breccan,” she said, reaching to nudge him in greeting, ”What’re you up to today?” She wouldn’t be opposed to dragging him along on another exploration.