The third part of this qoodle is another scene. This one is a little more abstract.
It shows a series of more primitive buildings nestled beneath a stone overhang (something I remember seeing in various state parks Kentucky). I recall these as such calming places, where you sort of feel as if you belong to your own little world. There were often small waterfalls that would drip from the rim. If you stand back against the innermost rock wall the overhanging waterfall could project 50 to 100 feet away. The gentle pitter patter of the water echos off the rocks and adds to the calming affects of the place. What better place for a small hut, a lean-to, or a simple sleeping bag on the ground. As long as no bears wander by.