I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it three cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
I went back to Salt Springs today. I went on Tuesday, and hiked several of the trails, but there was something nagging at me - I was afraid to climb the falls. It's kind of a tradition in that neck of the woods, to go to Salt Springs and climb the falls, and hell, I've seen entire families, including small children and dogs, do the falls, and so I decided that this was the year that I, despite my fear of heights and my utter klutziness, was gonna do it.
This was one of the three sets of falls to be climbed:
I'm going up:
I MADE IT!
ahahahahahaha I did it. I made it all the way up all the falls. Somebody, hand me a cookie.
People scratch their names onto the rocks underneath the running water:
Um ... "Crizabith"? Is that you?
A calm spot in the gorge:
And here's a pretty picture. The sun was shining down through the gorge at just the right angle to illuminate the water: