It was moving day, so Billy came with us.
There was a parking fee, and the nice lady allowed us to pay as a car, since the bus fee was outlandish and there are only four of us.
This section of the park was completely different from the swimming area. There were fields and playgrounds and trails and a neat old mill with self-guided tours.
We took advantage of the tour, and the restroom facilities.
Our goal was the falls, which are supposedly ~100 feet tall, and so after our restroom and mill tour, we found the appropriate trail, and started hiking.
They said there would be stairs.
And stairs there were!
Instead of a rustic hiking trail through woods with cedar lining the path, there were stone carved benches, stairways, and walls like something out of a Mayan ruin archeological dig. I was fascinated at every turn by the natural cuts in the sides of the mountains (gorges!), the sound of the lapping water, the frequent cascades... and I wasn't alone - many people joined us on our hike that day.
|I hung back to take a few photos.|
|You can see Michael and Maeryn ahead of me.|
|I wish my camera could better capture the magnificence of this waterfall. I couldn't fit everything into the lens - but you can see the person for some scale. The falls are enormous and intensely beautiful.|
The hike out was a little more traditional. We took an alternate trail so we could go over some neat looking bridges and maybe get back to the bus faster.
|Michael after his crazy running escapade, talking to the kids about how it's not okay to climb over walls that lead to 100 foot drops. I thought it was a cute picture.|
|Maeryn found this red leaf at the height of summer.|
And so we moved on from Ithaca, NY.
and I admit some sadness.
So far, this has been my favorite spot.