A woman sporting a bow and arrow emerges from behind the bushes. The videographer steps backward, holding his camera steady as he moves away.
“Katniss?!?” I scream without thinking.
“Cut.” Videographer looks over at me, rolls his eyes, and shakes his head.
“Sorry. I got a little excited when I saw the bow and arrow.” My bad?
That was not my line. The truth is, they never gave me any lines. Or any parts either. I wasn’t even an extra. And the girl… Looked nothing like Katniss Everdeen.
I had no idea where we were camping this Spring Break. I just knew that somewhere between Atlanta, GA and New York, we planned to spend three days biking, hiking and kayaking.
Hubby plans all our vacations. It’s a pretty good system we have going. He plans. I pack. He drives. I navigate (with a little help from the GPS these days). He hunts. I skin the deer. Well, the last two are a little exaggeration, but bottom line is, we make a good team. And we can’t forget our pit crew, made up of our four strong girls. Well, three really, and a fourth that does her part by…ummm…looking cute. Everyone’s got their gifts.
We started our three days of adventures by visiting the Chamber of Commerce in Brevard, North Carolina, to get the inside scoop on best places to kayak and bike. Hubby returns to the RV with pamphlets and a huge smile. He hands me the pile and says, “Read the top one.”
“Transylvania County. The Land of Waterfalls.”
“Seriously?” I turn to hubby, “Did you pick this place because of all the waterfalls?”
“Didn’t you say something about your Blog being called, ‘In Search of Waterfalls?'” He winks.
I flip through the brochure which lists over twenty waterfalls within miles of our campsite. I am swimming in waterfalls and we haven’t even seen our first one. That first day, we spend the sunny, breezy afternoon biking and end the evening by visiting two waterfalls. Concerned about the dropping air temperature, we do a driveby shooting of the 60 foot tall Looking Glass Falls. Literally. Hubby drives up to it. I jump out. Shoot a few pics.
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| LOOKING GLASS FALLS |
And off we drive to the second waterfall, called Sliding Rock.
Why would you name a waterfall Sliding Rock, unless… Exactly. Hubby had been here before, back in college. With a group of friends who had outgrown playground slides and wanted to add a little dare into their dives. They came to the right place. The water temperature year round at the bottom of this waterfall is 47 degrees Farenheit year round. Brrrrrrr, was all I could think, so I volunteered to videotape. Since the water is eight feet deep in the pool below, Sarah-Beara stayed back with me on a deck overlooking the falls to cheer her daddy and siblings on.
Hubby lets out some he-man roars as he steps across the river to ascend the climb with our three daughters. “It’s less cold if you scream.” Next thing I know, they are all roaring/squealing. In between laughter at hubby’s antics. Let the sliding begin!
I had plans to take my turn down Sliding Rock after the first shift emerged safely out of the water. But everyone’s shivering and wanting to race back to the warmth of dry clothes and blankets, so I reluctantly accept the change of plans. Next time. For shiver, for shizzle and for sure.
Tomorrow… Come back for Day Two of our four hour kayaking trip down mini waterfall rapids! And the rescue that reminds us that “thinking steady thoughts” doesn’t always work!
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