Well, the road split out of site of the creek, so we asked a lady which was the trail to the waterfall? She pointed to the trail on the right and said there were lots of flowers that way that Elaina would like...
She was right, but a ways in, the trail started getting harder and steeper, it didn't seem like it was discribed at all. The next person we asked along the trail confirmend that this waws the trail to the waterfall, but she thought there might be another trail that got there too. We decided to stick with this trail since it would get to were we wanted to go, plus is had some awsome views.
From then on the trail was all hills. Many "real hikers" passed us and everyone commented on what a great job Elaina was doing, including one lady who called her a little mountain goat.
We stopped for lots of rests and a few times James carried her, but the true measure if what a special girl I have came when we were on the final down hill streatch made out of natural rock stairs. One of my irrational fears is going down stairs, but not holding on to something and the fear of the rocks coming lose made it worse. This wonderful girl of mine, seeing my fear, reached up and held my hand saying "It's okay Mommy, I'm here, I'll help you." I admit, I teared up with love.
(The waterfall is a lot bigger than it looks in the picture, that is only a section of it)
remeber that rock formation we saw from way above? Here it is from below.

Too cute!! I understand the fear of going downstairs. I have a fear of stairs with out backs to them - like steps outside that you can see down through...*shudders*...I trip enough as it is, thank-you-very-much.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Dana