I know I promised you a trip to Chimney Rock when I left you yesterday, but when I checked their website last night, it turns out the Hickory Nut Falls Trail is closed for the time being due to a washout on the trail. If you’ve ever been to Chimney Rock, then you’ll recall that the rock itself is not the draw, the falls are . . . much in the same way that the French Pavilion at Epcot is not the draw, the crepes are. So going to Chimney Rock and not being able to see the waterfall is like going to Epcot and not getting to eat crepes.
So instead of visiting Chimney Rock today, we visited Skinny Dip Falls, which is a half mile hike off the Blue Ridge Parkway at mile marker 417. It took us about an hour to meander over there on the Parkway. As you know from Day 3 of this travelogue, the boys and I are experienced hikers in much the same way that Mace is an experienced actor (he’s been in one play with no lines).
That’s what the boys looked like at the beginning of the hike.
Those are the upper part of the falls. It was a picturesque spot which was definitely worth the hike to get there.
The boys played for awhile in the lower part of the falls. By “awhile” I mean exactly four minutes . . . because after that it started to rain.
So we started back to the car and by the time we got to the parking lot we were soaked and extremely cold. I was awfully proud of the boys for just trudging without complaint back along the trail that had now become a muddy creek.
Mace does not look as wet as Casey because he had already changed. Luckily, we had sweatpants and sweatshirts in the car. Unluckily, we had no dry underwear and I had to do that trick where you pull your foundational undergarment out of your sleeve so that your outer clothing doesn’t have a wet bra-print on it from where the water soaks through.
The storm that soaked us made for great pictures on our way back to the campground, though.
After dinner, we headed over to camp for campfire service. We checked in on Kate and her friend and they were both still in one piece and did not once ask us if we’d seen either of their mothers. They appeared to have forgotten that they even have families (Just kidding Heidi! Well, it’s true Kate didn’t ask about you . . . but that doesn’t mean she’s really forgotten you . . . probably).
Don’t they look like happy campers?
Stayed tuned for tomorrow’s post – I’m taking my two wild Indians over to Cherokee.