Driving out of our boondocking spot, we had to laugh at this sight.
The hike to Lower Calf Creek Falls is three miles (each way) up a beautiful canyon.
This rock outcropping looked like a gargoyle when we passed it, but now I'm thinking Precious from the Hobbit.
The sky was nice and clear for the first half of our hike, but we knew it would cloud up later.
I asked Ron to pose at this spot because it looked familiar.
Sure enough, here we are in 2009 when Diana took our picture at the same spot.
These plants looked like tiny bouquets in the sand.
Onward . . .
At one point, we could see that beaver had been hard at work in Calf Creek.
I was intrigued by this alcove across the way. It's a lot bigger than it looks in the picture.
The last mile before the falls is more shady and right along pretty Calf Creek.
In one section, we noticed the trees had been denuded.
Just when we were beginning to think they must have moved the waterfall, there it was over the treetops.
Lower Calf Creek Falls is 126 feet of stunning beauty.
Sure enough, the clouds moved in on the way back to keep us cool and we just beat the rain to the car. It was a perfect day! We both survived the six miles in good shape except for the soles of my feet. They were killing me! Does this mean I'm a tenderfoot?