A view from the trail while it was still a trail |
Getting ready to cross the river |
A segment of the beautiful river |
A little rest as they admire an albino moth |
Intrepid explorers! |
Another shot from the trail |
We had all this to ourselves |
Picnic by the falls. We stayed there for about an hour and no one disturbed our peace. |
The lush environment of our hidden waterfall |
Rebecca, Courtney, and I |
This is probably my favorite shot of the day. |
Strategizing on the way back |
Accomplishment |
Fording the river again |
Mountain goats |
Next was the famous Oneonta Falls, only accessible in the summer because the Oneonta Gorge is so narrow that you have to ford the river to get through and see the 100-foot waterfall. The water was still quite cold, though barely swimmable, and I managed to backstroke into the white of the falls and look up. It was terrifying, like the water was going to pound me to the rocks below until I drowned. I took some shots with Courtney's waterproof camera and bolted out of there.
Oneonta Falls |
Looking up into the falls |
Courtney is cold. |
Courtney is still cold. |
Approaching |
Backstroking |
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