I woke up this morning with a bunch of bruises, a scraped up elbow and a big smile on my face. The day before, I had trekked up to the Mt. Caramel waterfalls.
The Significant Others group had arranged for a taxi to take us up the winding road to Greenville, about a 45 minute drive. By the time we arrived, my head was spinning just a little from carsickness. But I think this was due more to my arched neck looking backwards chatting with friends the whole trip up.
When we finally arrived, we descended down a jungle path (found just to the right of the Mt. Caramel sign).
One 30 minute romp later, we found a tall waterfall and jumped in!
After one fabulously graceful fall on the slippery rocks by yours truly, and a few dunks in the waterfall, we set off again – this time in search of a rocky water slide.
A few rocky (and sometimes slimy) grips up the left side of the slide provided a path to the top. For the first time in years, I got to put my rock climbing knowledge to good use. Thanks Dad, it actually paid off!
The middle slide was slick, smooth and fun. But I had my sights set on the rapids off to the right.
Wheeeee!
Of course, I hit my foot on a rock at the bottom, giving my heel a nice purple splotch that looks like it’s gonna stick around for a while. Oh well, it was worth it.
After an afternoon of sliding and jumping and laughing, we hiked back – sore, wet and happy, belting out Disney songs the whole way back.
Thanks for a great day out!
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