Ok, so maybe that isn't the name of this area, and this is really water falls instead of rapids, but I'm getting ahead of myself...
Continuing from my previous
blog, I was on a mission to see Wolf Creek Falls, but I was suddenly confronted with the smell of corn chips on a deserted path. Making my way quickly down the path, I rounded a bend and suddenly pulled up short. Not too far away was a bicycle. Hmmmm. The corn chip eater had a nice bicycle, that's something, I guess. And there was only one bicycle, so not a group of unknown corn chip eaters.
According to the tiny dotted line on my handy dandy state park map, I should be to the falls any second. I decided to go for it. As I got closer, I noticed the bike was resting on a slab of sandstone that was right where my little dotted path should be. Does the path curve? No. Arriving at the bike, there wasn't one slab, but many slabs of sandstone piled up. I would have to go rock crawling if I wanted to continue on the path. I also noticed what looked like a cave with a big pile of sandstone slabs in front of it. I could also see a patch of white t-shirt in between the slabs and I could smell corn chips again.
Ok, my corn chip eating, t-shirt wearing, cave-dweller, it's time for this city girl to move on down the road! Back the way I came, unfortunately. If they wanted to make the state park map more accurate, they should have put a whole bunch of big squares on the little dotted path. I was way too tired for rock crawling, and I would prefer to have a buddy with me in case I fell and broke my ankle or something.
I made my way back to Robinson Park. Now what was I going to do? No chance of getting to Wolf Creek Falls this time around. Too pooped to hike anymore. Too early to go home. Blah blah blah. I briefly wandered aimlessly around the park, trying to decide what I wanted to do. I noticed a couple walking their dog. The dog looked ecstatic to be outside running around. They asked if I had gotten any good pictures. Yeah, some. The woman, named Brenda, asked if I had seen the islands. Islands? There were islands around here? They told me there were islands and it was a very pretty area for pictures. Any hiking involved? Not much, according to Brenda. There was a short drive though, and Brenda wanted to make sure I found it, so she and her husband, Jerry, led the way to the islands. I followed behind and enjoyed the air-conditioned respite in my truck. (The humidity never did let up outside.)
We parked and Brenda said it was a short hike to the islands. (I decided to keep that a secret from my feet.) Off we went, Jerry in the lead. And boy, did he go! Very spry for being a "mature adult." We finally reached the Kettle River, which had an island in the middle; and where the river wrapped around the island, there was a set of small, cascading waterfalls.
This is another view of today's featured picture. At the top of the rock cliff to the right is the top of the island. There were several kids tubing down the falls, and the way I felt, I wanted to join them. I had long ago run out of Gatorade and all that "root beer" rushing down the falls reminded me of that. Brenda wanted to know what I planned to do next. Probably something to drink, and then head back. Oh, well she had stuff to drink and they only lived a couple blocks away. Sounded good to me! I went back to their place and we had a nice chat, cold juice, and some crisp, cool, air-conditioned air before I headed home.
All in all, a very nice day for my first time in Banning State Park. There was definitely enough I missed to warrant a second trip. And Brenda said it's pretty in the winter too. I'll be back.
And a special thanks goes out to my island ambassadors, Jerry and Brenda. Oh, and their dog, Howdy, but she wasn't about to sit still for a picture when there was so much exploring to do.
