Friday, June 11, 2010
Five Ten Pound Bags of Potatoes Too Much
There are no signs for the trail, even though there is a paved path leading down towards a campground and another dirt trail that splits in two directions, so I stopped a lady and asked which one would lead to the falls. She hesitantly pointed to one of the dirt trails so off we went, unsure if we were really headed in the proper direction. Hopeful of seeing marmots or bear or big horned sheep, we walked the rock-studded path, craning our necks to see up the granite and sandstone cliffs, looking for critters and admiring the wildflowers. The roaring Popo Agie River provided a loud running commentary as we walked.
Shortly after we started I turned to point something out to Denny and saw a rider behind us. Even though we had yet to go far on the trail, I knew that this was the way to do it.
After walking and walking and walking on a path that steadily increased in slope and altitude, we started asking the few people returning from the falls, "is it much farther?". They would smile sympathetically and say "yes". Sigh.
After walking for an hour with no clue if we were even getting close to the falls, we stopped for our small picnic lunch that I had packed. Sitting upon a large rock, we had this view looking up river.
The elevation and the long walk finally got to Denny who could go no further. Although I was pretty pooped myself, I was bound and determined to get to the falls to get a photograph or two, since everyone returning from the falls said they were fabulous. As it turned out, we were only about a quarter of a mile away from the falls, but you couldn't see that because the trail piggy-backed upon itself for a while and then wound around the hillside to the falls.
While I may have been disappointed a tad in the falls, Mother Nature provided a wonderful sunset that night.