•This day was quite incredible. We bopped along and turned out about 7 miles that day, our packs still feeling pretty heavy. About halfway through the day, we find a sign that mentions ‘Long Falls’, and that they’re only .1 or .2 miles down the trail. We dropped our packs at the sign (perfectly safe, Caleb and I would continue to do this throughout the trip. Noone out there wants to carry more) and zipped up to the falls. Well, they just begged to be gotten in, so all the brothers had a turn. It was cold. But cold can’t quite describe it. It was freezing. While I was under the water, I couldn’t breathe normally, only in gasps. Like a cup of cold water being dumped on you in the shower, except a never ending torrent of icy drenching. And it was powerful. Moving water is quite an impressive force.
•Day Two was also the first day for two other events, one very tragic, one a harbinger of things to come. The former revolved around an injury. Dad, although regularly active, was so determined to keep up with his sons (and he did a really incredible job of doing it), that he started to separate a tendon from the bone. This is obviously something that shouldn’t happen, and began to cause him a great deal of discomfort. We gave him some pain killer and then decided to take an easy Day 3.
•We camped at a shelter that night, and another couple camped near us. They were named Mark and Gretchen, a couple from Milwaukee that were out for 10 days. Caleb and I were to play tag with them for the duration of their trip.
Dad, Josh around the tree, and I
Dad, happy to be in the woods, and loving the trees, which were very impressive.
Me, getting drenched. I sorta had to get in the water. It was cold.
Caleb, doing his best impression of a swimsuit model. It works, too.
A hammock of glorious comfort...they're great!
Caleb stretching out, and J giving a Peace sign from his sleeping bag. J and D were in a shelter...C and I in the hammocks of wonderful awesomeness.
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