We’re just three guys with something like 210-plus years of hard-won experience between us. We may not be kids anymore but we can still get up the odd mountain.
So today Buddy Irby, Walt Barry and I drove into North Carolina’s Pisgah National Forest, turned right onto Avery’s Creek Road, motored past the horse stables and parked at the Buckhorn Trailhead. From there it was a mere five mile round trip to Twin Falls.
The hike wasn’t all that tough on this clear, balmy day.
But we did have to cross a very cold, rushing creek about 16 times up and back.
A piece of cake really. Just don’t look up, pal.
Twin falls was worth the hike.
And I promised Buddy and Walt I’d get them back to the car safely. (Although I also told Walt that if he didn’t make it off the trail, I was gonna take his REI hiking boots back with me.)
But it turned out that Twin Falls wasn’t even the most impressive display of water-doing-its-own-thing-with-gravity we would see on this day. It turned out that there was another waterfall just a 20-minute hike away from Buddy’s cabin. (So tell me why we just hiked for two-and-a-half-stinkin-hours, Buddy?)
It’s a little visited waterfall because the folks who live nearby like it that way. So it was a privilege to be able to see it.
It’s a series of cascades topped by a torrent fueled by a lot of recent rain.
You could walk behind it and view the world through a liquid curtain.
Really quite inspiring.
So glad I got a chance to see it.
And capture a few images to take home with me.
Water is relentless.
Because the sheer weight of water is an awesome force of nature.