Turns out over the past month I've discovered (though not really discovered as someone actually took me to each location, but I digress) two hidden gems in our corner of the world. First the sand pits where, if you'll remember, we found Roan caked in mud still in his pj's and second Decew Falls, where Eric took Roan and I for a hike a couple weekends ago.
Turns out Decew Falls to Wellanders was like the Gorge was/is to us Niagara Falls folks. The go-to place for teenagers for trespassing, bonfires and underage drinking. But to an adult (yup, me) it was pretty neat, quite beautiful and painfully daunting. I was totally up for a nice hike with Eric and Roan on a hot Saturday (or maybe it was Sunday, who can remember these things?) in May. What I got was rock climbing, rapelling and walking logs across bodies of water. Wha-what?? More than this lazy girl bargained for that's for sure!
|Behind the waterfall.|
Probably not a bad thing. Besides, I have pictures and a scar to remind me of that wonderful, adventurous afternoon.