What happens when you have beautiful weather and a great state park just two hours away? Well, you put off going for months until your wife finally says you are going. So we did, we went to Fall Creek Falls on a great, warm, sunny day for the heck of it (Sorry, Sam, for waiting to go until you were super preggers). It was pretty busy, and the trail was steeper than either of us remembered, but it was great to be outdoors and away from it all.
The big falls, still awesome, no matter how many times you see it.
We packed us a picnic lunch! It was wonderful and quaint, until some random kid kept walking up, talking gibberish to us. His mom was too busy not paying attention while her children ran across a busy parking lot.
Self-shot! As always.
My cute little hikin wife. Poor thing realized that trail to the falls was really far down... and equally as far back up. Her calves hated her for days after that.
At least I didn't have to carry her back up.
I love the swingin bridge! Always a good time had by all. Ah, memories of taking 150 people across it in the dark during camp, six at a time.
Enjoying the quiet of the gorge overlook trail, which was completely empty except for us... made the day even better!
Whoa! I have no idea what I'm doing here. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Squirrel!
Our quiet spot looking over the gorge. I miss super-high-water-gorge hikes.
Brooke, more than happy to sit down for a while.
Uh-oh, I'm on the other side of the rope! Rule-breaker!!
And yes, Brooke told me to be careful about 20 times while on the other side.
Our quiet spot.
And so ends another eventful day in the life of the Hensons. What random trip will we take next? Who knows... stay tuned!