This is the jeep my dad used to climb all the places where the big jeeps went. This is the jeep in which I learned to drive a stick shift. That is actually me in that jeep. Me, in all my tom-boy glory.
Finally, we reached the lookout, which was one of the few landmarks on the map that Jake found on some guy's blog.
There's the falls. We couldn't see the bottom. We couldn't see how to get down to the bottom because of all the foliage. There was a trail to the right and a trail to the left. The guy with the blog didn't mention that there would be two. He said there would be one to the left. So, left it was.
Here at the lookout there were pairs of gloves laying on the ground. Something told me that a very thoughtful person left them there for whomever would be passing that point. As I picked up a pair to try on, some of the kids got grossed out. I had no qualms. My life may depend on them!
Go to part two!