I always wanted us to go, but she kept putting it off. "One of these days," she'd always say. She was never much of an outdoorsy person.
Well, today I realized that there was no point in waiting for that magical day any longer. We weren't going to be going anywhere anymore.
So I went to the damn place by myself.
Going with a broken toe? Maybe not so brilliant. But I had a fucking point to make.
Since I'd never been there before, I just parked at the first parking lot I saw. How was I supposed to know that there was a real visitor area just down the road? Anyway, here's the view from where I parked.
For some reason when I got here I had to pee.
Looking up at the old bridge. I think they're talking about making this a pedestrian walkway, but it may be a completly different bridge for all I know.
My cellphone camera couldn't handle the contrast apparently.
I was surprised, for some reason, to see sand on the river's bank.
Waaaay over there is Kentucky.
At one point I found that I'd left the beaten path, so I beat my own.
These rocks were pretty cool. I wish my toe had allowed pain-free jumping around on them.
Just a bunch of logs that the river has deposited over the years.
The tree was pretty much growing out of solid rock.
A view back toward the bridge from the real visitor center.
After I left the park, I went over to The Pub and had a Newcastle (1704) and then a Young's Double Chocolate Stout (243) with my lunch.
That Young's is a beautiful beer in draft form. Yummy.