Well of course who does not like a picture of a water fall until I seen the trail that led to it. Cowboy boots are not the best thing to hike in is my opinion, but one more time he talked me into following him down this trail which was pretty steep , then this green rope appears ( not a good sign) so the next task at hand is to grip onto the rope , hold on for dear life and slowly but surely move on down. Yes the waterfall was nice but by the time I got down the trail I was shaking so hard from the effort it had taken me to get there that the picture was a disappointment, and I am not going back. They say when you come close to death and your life flashes before your eyes you see the world differently. As we came down the mountain I was feeling lucky that nothing had happened. I could not help but notice all the wild flowers were blooming so I stopped along the way to snap pictures, usually by this time of year they have dried up, but due to the longer than normal wet summer they were still beautiful.
Yes life is good!
When one of my sons found out that Dennis had taken me there he wanted to know if I had been taken to Prayer Rock?
No I told him, but why on earth is it called that?
"You need to say one before you go over it".
I think I will skip that one.