We snagged this sweet spot with a rock wall dividing our "pool" from the larger drop off to my left. It was like watching Kayaking TV all day while we listened to the powerful flow of the falls and communed with butterflies and dragonflies. When we ran out of water it was time to boogie...
And then this happened.
And then this happened.
Internet searches suggest that finding this little nugget is difficult. This is not true. There are signs everywhere, so I guess the kinks have been worked out. Here's a link for some directions.
The short mile-long trail to the falls and some splendid cliff jumping is right at the end of a parking lot that fills with kayakers daily during the summer. If you are lucky, like Tupelo and myself, you can snag your very own little lagoon and post up for the entire day. If you come with a squad, there likely won't be enough room to hover at the top of the falls, but join the adrenaline junky cliff jumpers and watch the kayakers bomb off of the falls all day from an inner tube below.
The short mile-long trail to the falls and some splendid cliff jumping is right at the end of a parking lot that fills with kayakers daily during the summer. If you are lucky, like Tupelo and myself, you can snag your very own little lagoon and post up for the entire day. If you come with a squad, there likely won't be enough room to hover at the top of the falls, but join the adrenaline junky cliff jumpers and watch the kayakers bomb off of the falls all day from an inner tube below.
It was all Tupelo's fault. I swear.
Since we were out of water, it was only a short walk back to the car with blood streaming down my leg. But then we didn't have any water to use as a rinse. And the bathroom was little more than a toilet hole because we were out in nature so I wasn't really expecting a faucet. And of course I don't carry a first aid kit in my car, because in addition to being the most graceful creature on the planet I am also the most prepared. Luckily I woman-ed up and the blood basically cleaned all of the gravel and grit out of the wound. No big deal. But Tupelo is an asshole. I'll be doing a little feature on her for the next blog that will give you some insight as to how an adorable geriatric hound could possibly have caused such an incident.
Since we were out of water, it was only a short walk back to the car with blood streaming down my leg. But then we didn't have any water to use as a rinse. And the bathroom was little more than a toilet hole because we were out in nature so I wasn't really expecting a faucet. And of course I don't carry a first aid kit in my car, because in addition to being the most graceful creature on the planet I am also the most prepared. Luckily I woman-ed up and the blood basically cleaned all of the gravel and grit out of the wound. No big deal. But Tupelo is an asshole. I'll be doing a little feature on her for the next blog that will give you some insight as to how an adorable geriatric hound could possibly have caused such an incident.