The rocks had lots of striation.
Kurt leaving me in his dust.
The trail would go on the edge of the mountain and then back into the foliage.
A '35 or '36 Ford Coupe wreck--we couldn't figure out how it got there but we think it rolled from above because the flywheel was bent and it was all banged up.
Kurt went ahead and I fell crossing here--got wet and bruised my knee.
I went on back to the trail to climb down to the bottom of the falls.
Kurt took these pictures from the top of the Falls.
I was glad for this rope to help on the steep slope.
There was a lot of moss growing where the water tumbled.
The rope was even more valuable climbing out.