Gonna start this review with a shout-out to my right hand man, Javert, for keeping me balanced all afternoon. Okay, so right hand walking stick, because I give inanimate objects names when I know I shouldn't.
Honestly, my props should go to Laney H for her review helped lay a course that didn't make me think I was going to die falling off some high height. He mentioned he had brought his kids, and I tend to have the balance of one, so it met my needs.
My mate slept in, so we arrived a bit later than hoped, which meant a few others were out, though they took different directions, one opting to stay and sunbathe along the water. I was serenading my mate when a couple spotted us (read: suffered ear torture from my direction) and said hello. He advised us to keep walking to reach a waterfall. We had passed a few tiny ones (pretending to be water droplets, shouting wheee into the solitude) and would have gone further, but they hadn't a toilet, and when you're staying hydrated, the tinkle tank tends to get a bit full.
There's a sign at the entrance about picking up your trash. DMML was there, or so says his graffiti. Some people apparently couldn't read, or did and chose to ignore the sign. Along the way, we discovered a gaggle a beer bottles guarding an empty container of pineapple weed. As for the other sort of weeds, it was also absent, a very pure land. Once you get past the discarded underwear abandoned on the rocks that is. I wouldn't suggest going skinny dipping, as there are rocks aplenty, and teensy weensy tadpoles about. The water was about calf high, and as we waded through, my stick testing the depths, we came across many animal friends. We found two frogs, who must've been responsible for all the spawns, picking one up for a photoshoot. There was a crawfish, and I got him to crawl up onto my stick to say hello before parting ways. And there was a duck, amongst probably half a dozen other creatures beyond our grasp.
We came across a rock path across the water. It's gorgeous, and sure, take a picture, but I wobbled and aborted mission before plunging sideways into the water. Word to the wise, waterproof everything. Your shoes and phone, mayhaps your butt. Mine got covered in dirt as I scooted down a hill after deciding not to follow the wooded path back to the car. It was lovely, but headed uphill, and my thighs are not ready for that kind of beautiful torture.
One negative I'll note is that the driveway to get to the parking area, it's a two way, but if your car has love handles, exercise caution. It's a tight squeeze.
That being said, worth the drive out, and worth the extra buck you'll spend on sunscreen and bug spray to avoid the negative consequences of a day in paradise. read more