This is an amazing adventure.
A In late 2017, I brought my 60 year old uncle, my teenage cousins, and my 5 year old step daughter to the waterfall. At this time, the sheriff's department had just started enforcing the rules of not walking down to the bottom of the waterfall. We were unaware.
Periodically, along the 15 minute walking journey to the bottom, we would either be passed by or ourselves pass other unintelligent tourists taking the risk, all struggling to avoid a painful demise in an attempt to have a little fun. Literally, there were dozens of other fools performing the same feats.
We went from one pool to the next and had as much fun as we could. We took several dozens of selfies, posing as champion explorers. We conquered nature, and we have seen the land of milk and honey.
But, just at the apex of the fun, a large echoing could be heard from further up at the top of the waterfall. We looked up and could see a large man in uniform next to a tan automobile. Initially, we thought he just was a tourist. Then, add the yelling persisted, we could make out the words, everyone needs to come Up. This, in our minds, was not Desired, but we assumed there was good reason.
As we got closer, we recognized the uniformed individual was a sheriffs deputy. My thoughts immediately drifted negative.
The deputy said, "OK. Now that everyone is up here, I just have one question. Can you read?"
My step daughter quickly raised her hand and nervously said, " Im sorry, I can't read." (She could read some words, but not enough for this occasion.)
The deputy started to chuckle but caught himself. We all looked at her and many laughed or at least smirked. I was too nervous, so I did a sort of coughing fit followed by a short but loud sneeze. I'm allergic to fear. The deputy then said," oh no honey. I I didn't mean you. I meant everyone else. I know all of you can read. There are many signs posted and you disobeyed each posting. You are in violation, and I could take each one of you in right now. You would all be subject to a minimum $500 fine and we can impose as much as $2000."
Everyone got quiet.
The deputy reiterated, "I personally posted many signs, so I know you were warned. I'll give you another warning. If I see any of you again, I will take you in. You will get fined. I will ensure it. We don't want people down here anymore. You guys come in here and create a mess every time. And we have to clean it up. It takes too much time and energy, and we don't get paid to do it. Bottles and cans everywhere from your parties. It's pitiful. You never clean up after yourselves. Hundreds of Budweiser bottles and natural light cans have been fished out of the water. And we are sick of it. So, we are Done with you coming here. No more. "
Inexplicably, I lifted my eyes looking directly in his face, and I raised my hand like a child in kindergarten.
"Yes, sir," the deputy stated to me, insinuating I had the floor.
"Is the reason you closed it down that it is a risky place to get to? Too dangerous to provide help if someone gets hurt down there or something like that?"
"Well, no. It's really because of the trash. Sir, you would be amazed at the amount of bottles and cans left behind. I'm not exaggerating. Hundreds. By keeping you out of it, we don't need to clean it."
I said," okay. I understand." I really didn't though. You could charge admission to this place and have enough money to not only have the proper sanitation but also have it built up to be more accessible. Hell, it could be one of the major attractions for the small community. People would come from miles around to see the waterfall.
Firstly, the waterfall was once owned by Thomas Jefferson. There is a large plaque showcasing this fact prominently displayed at the start of the walking path at the foot of the parking lot. Secondly, it's beatific. I think I have sufficiently described the wondrous natural elements of its composition. Lastly, it's an adventure. One of great stories and fun times. It is now a classic in my family.
Anyways, the deputy harangued us for only a few more short minutes, and then said we could and should be on our way. Immediately, several cars either had their engines started or their trunks opened to return travel gear for their voyage to a less controversial spot.
We waited a bit for fear of the traffic of all of the castigated families incidentally hitting our little one. Once most were gone, we left.
On the way back home, we discussed this story in detail. We were all amazed at the punch line of it: bottles and cans. Crazy.
This historic waterfall should be seen by everyone. And the adventure down to the bottom is well worth the fear but not worth the fine. If you have money to kill and/or a clean record, I recommend it. Just don't bring any damned bottles or cans. read more