While my dad was here visiting from Oregon we all headed up to the Spring a little later than we had planned and ended up descending in darkness, which was a first for me. Here, I share the beauty of Swift Creek canyon:
My dad! |
Porter and Nicole |
The beginning of the trail. Harris was shooting a pop-gun which made the dog very nervous. |
Nicole and Porter. They forced me to snap a shot at every PPP---> Perfect Picture Place |
So touristy. |
There's the spring at full flow. |
Telling the story of...? Darn my memory! |
song***There is beauty all around, when there's love at home.*** |
This is my favorite spot. You stand on the bridge, and wonder what's up river. |
Or wonder something else. |
Or just soak it all in. |
Fall colors on land and in the water. |
Red leaves and white berries. Gorgeous! |
Objects in the phone camera may appear way larger than in reality. Or is my head really that big? |
It was great seeing you, Dad. Thanks for stopping by! |
Why is moss so appealing? |
Ginormica. |
Chatting. |
Ruffle zori and blue toes. |
That's the final and steepest ascent. I have never been up there. You can go right up to where the water comes out of the rock. |
Another favorite spot. |
Rock climbing colors. |
You can see that someone turned the water off. It really is intermittent. |
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