The End - Kathe and Milo Kathe and Milo Sploosh . . . Great round boulders and ancient fractured rock faces line the creek. Soft dark green mosses cover the rocks, and water mist glistens on the tufts of mosses.
Sunlight sparkles across the whole area and lights it like ten million tiny crystals.
Water drips from condensed mist rivulets that run down the rock and return to the pool. A wisp of smoke curls out from the rock overhang and sounds of gentle activity can almost be heard above the rush of the mountain spring. The mountains of North Georgia were a frequent refuge for Kathe and Milo. They thought of it as little Switzerland because, one theory held, long ago the tectonic sheets that are Europe and North America had collided, slipped and ground past one another smoothly but once had stuck to each other and violently wrenched off a large chunk that remained behind, welded solidly onto the side of an Appalachian mountain, a piece of the Alps in North Carolina. Kathe had been born and raised in New Bern, North Carolina, a town originally settled by Swiss immigrants from Bern, and she thought that was special.