I have always been a little envious of those people who have some tradition that their family has always done and that they teach their children to do. Maybe it is a "grass is greener" thing, but I wish we had at least something that we always did the same.
The great thing about life is that you can make it how ever you want and so Thanksgiving morning I declared that we would be starting our own tradition with Wyatt. One I hope he keeps and does with his own family some day and passes on to his children. Hey, traditions have to start somewhere.
I grabbed a dusty book off my bookshelf and turned to Dusty "There are around 100 waterfalls in fairly easy driving distance. Every Thanksgiving morning we are going to go explore a new one. There is plenty of time to hit most of them if we leave early enough and still make dinner."
He was skeptical although this is his typical response to most things. But I was determined, so I thumbed through the book and found the closest one (it was already 9 am by this time).
The winner was Isaqueena Falls in Walhalla, SC. A 100 ft drop in Sumter National Forest with a romantic history behind it. Apparently back in the day Isaqueena, an American Indian, fell in love with a white settler and ran off with him to get married. They were caught and she ran up the mountain and flung herself off the waterfall. She managed to live in a cave behind the falls for a few days until she could reunite with her husband and they moved to Alabama where they lived out their lives together.
It was a 90 minute drive up and I think I was the only one not frustrated with the drive by the end. I know the dogs and Wyatt were definitely ready to get out of the car. We winded down a steep hill and pulled into the parking lot and were happy to see we were the only ones there. The dogs jumped happily out of the car and we headed out to see the falls.
Unfortunately, the trail to the falls was all of 0.2 miles, but the falls themselves were very pretty. My cell phone didn't do it justice and I finally think I am giving up on it and going to start searching for a real camera.
|Einstein and Bones|
We wandered back up the trail and started to run into more people as they showed up. Mental note: arrive early!
I was a little bummed thinking that we just drove 90 minutes to walk 0.4 total miles and were staring down another 90 minutes with cranky dogs, baby and hubby. I found it hard to believe that this was the only hiking trail around since we were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by tree covered hills. As we neared the parking lot, Dusty found a trail off to the left and we headed over.
It started out super steep as we climbed up the hill, but then flattened out as we followed the ridgeline. It was beautiful! Even though town wasn't super far away all you could see were trees and hills and the bright blue sky. All you could hear were the sounds of your footsteps, the dogs running and Wyatt laughing. A perfect way to spend a morning.
|Walking up the hill|
|Working our way up|
|The view from the top|
|Playing with a stick|
|I love this little man!!!|
|Gotta love autumn in the fall|
|Walking up to the tunnel/bat cave|
|The bat cave entrance|