|The 1,000-foot-high falls overlooks Leah as she climbs.|
|Even in winter, it's gorgeous.|
It's 3.4 miles and I don't know whether it's more tiring going up or coming down, but it is breathtakingly beautiful either way.
Here is some of what we saw today. I look forward to a series of Christmas hikes in the future--if I get to live that long. What a wondrous way to spend one of my favorite days of the year.
We ran into some delightful people with the same idea we had, and also a couple of mysteries. Leah rested in a bench dedicated to a man named Bill Christmas, who died in 1978 at 22. Did he fall into the waterfall at this dangerous junction?
A bit further up, I discovered a bunch of roses and a photograph of a pretty young blonde. What's the story there?
The falls are quite dangerous in many places, but far less dangerous today with all the build-up than in the past. It's worth your time to walk it.
|The water is powerful and beautiful, the colors vivid.|
|Leah at the entrance to the trail, ready to hike.|
|Steps are steep and today they were wet.|
|Happy? Yep. Doing what I love to do.|
|The prettiest girl in the room, even the big room.|
|The falls fall in pieces.|
|And here's another piece.|
|The trail was wet, dangerous.|
|More steep steps.|
|Pampa the hikerman at the halfway point.|
|These guys grow on the logs and catch my eye every time.|
|This bench is a memorial to Bill Christmas, who died at 22 in 1978, perhaps on the trail. I don't know.|
|Little Red Leah-hood: Black and white and color.|
|Pampa in red.|
|Top of the falls.|
|This is the view from the top of the falls. Can't see the water.|
|Roses and a photo and a lot of questions why.|
|Leah coming down ...|
|... and down and down and down ...|