Okay, yes, all of us on the trip are from the west coast, so it wasn't all that spectacular as a "tallest" waterfall. To us, it was more of a waterstep. But that didn't prevent its being quite beautiful. And you could clamber around on rocks and even go behind the falls a bit, which was obviously fun.
We also encountered an army of tiny frogs at our campsite. I mean, tiny:
They were everywhere. Some were as small as my pinky nail. It was impressive.
Add campfires, star-watching, a resounding thunderstorm, tarp forts, canoeing, more hiking, good conversation, freakishly large (beautiful) moths, and an almost continuous bout of hysterical laughter (it happens when Stephanie and I get together...what can I say?), and you have good times.
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