I was breaking in a new pair of hiking boots, a new camera backpack, lens and neutral density filter. I had the worlds wrongest hiking tripod and head , weighing more than a huge box of rocks, strapped to the back of my backpack. Even against these huge Phil Collins odds, I had a sense of excitement. It was an adventure and I was itching for a good long hike.
I hit the lower falls first. Wafting through the air ,as I approached, a mixture of stinky weed, stoner giggles and rushing water. The stoner gigglers were enjoying the day atop the rocks of the falls. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon. I walked past them and followed the yellow rectangular markers onward. I passed a young girl and for a good twenty minutes or so meandered through small muddy pools, narrow trails, rock and branch foot paths, a blue towel and a florescent orange bib. I eventually came to the snow mobile bridge marked on my trial map. I followed the brook path the rest of the way passing fast running streams, peeper orchestra bogs, small micro-ponds, a sun tanning turtle, Blair Witch wooded round-a-bouts and a couple of high stepping upgrades. No need for any type of portable music device and head phones, the most beautiful sound track of birds, breezes, blue sky, water in all infinite disguises and sunshine followed me every step of the way. I came to where the trail hit a wider road/pathway. Possibly an access road. I followed this until I hit a bridge that was marked private property. I passed that and picked up the trail again. I was getting closer to the middle falls, I could hear them. The grade was becoming steeper, I passed a nice guy with a cool dog and finally made it to the middle falls. These falls are rather high up and wedged in a crevasse so they are hard to see. I hung out for about ten minutes then decided to head back. I wanted to revisit some of the places I passed for possible photo ops.