After our chance encounter with the not so firey Katniss wannabe in the parking lot of Hooker Falls [hey, I don’t name them, I just come in search of waterfalls. :)]…we had a two hour window to hike to three falls and then begin our drive back to New York.

Hubby hands us each a hiking stick, a water bottle, and I throw a bag of trail mix and pretzels into my backpack. And we’re off, following a well marked trail to our third (50th, if you count all the rapids we kayaked over yesterday, but we’ll say 3rd that is officially named) waterfall of our Spring Break outdoorsy adventure.

I never used to like hiking. Walking I never minded. Hiking, however, involves ups and downs, unsteady terrain, potential sprained ankles and falls, and chances of getting lost. Then one day I hiked with a stick, and it revolutionized my thinking. On the steepest of hikes, I’ve even used two hiking sticks, and I’m sure this is why animals stay on all fours. The steadying factor makes all the difference in the world. And you get less tired when you have that third or fourth leg. Giving you time to focus on the beauty all around you since you’re less nervous about tripping and sliding down gravel pathways.

So, we are off, hiking toward the sound of rushing water that grows louder with each step. The girls race ahead with their dad while I bring up the rear with Sarah-Beara. Trekking up hill as the terrain increases in steepness only means one thing. We are almost there. The hill plateaus and now I can see the  top of the falls through the trees. And my heart quickens.  Like the day I first met my hubs. 

I realize even before we see the falls from the most open viewpoint that I love nothing like I love waterfalls. And all my senses are awake. I hear the stirring water as I approach. I now see the powerful roar of water pouring over the arch into the pool. I close my eyes to feel the spray of mist on my face as I draw nearer still. I stick my tongue out to taste the cool droplets that pop up with each splash. And I touch the frigid water with my finger tips as the water races over my skin with the desire to pull me in. This is my heaven on earth. I am in that place. That place of wow.

Hooker Falls. Looked it up and down and could not determine the origin of the name…

The music of the rushing water nourishes me in the deep places… the Raj-deep places!

Some like to kiss under mistletoes…we prefer smooching near  waterfalls!

TRIPLE FALLS… This one took my breath away!! I stared silently and soaked in the miraculous journey of each droplet as if I were sliding down the falls of life, one after the other…

Triple Falls: As seen in the movie The Hunger Games

Takes my breath away still, even as I see the pictures now!

Love my hiking stick and wearing my Las Vegas t-shirt to confuse people when I tell them I’m from New York!

High Falls! With its impressive 150 foot cascade!

Some like to look at the falls from the top. Others prefer the bottom. Still others, face on! I … love it all! Just put me near a waterfall and I’m good. In my wow place. Wow is all I have to say.

I love how a single tree grows in the middle of the falls! If I were a tree, that’s where I’d want to grow up!