Steelbark & Stepnoy
Hey, Steelbark, ever notice how those granite outcrops seem to dictate where the old oaks stand? I’ve been mapping their patterns for a while and it feels like the earth is telling a story if you’re willing to listen.
It’s a quiet rhythm, yeah. Those rocks are like the ground’s anchors, telling the trees where to root and grow. Keep mapping, and you’ll learn what the soil whispers before the wind does. Just remember, sometimes the stones don’t give a clue—just trust the path that feels right.