So we finally arrived at the famous Lewis Fall. It looked very different from what we remembered from 6 years ago. When we visited last time, it had recently rained. The Observation ground was covered in mud, and the waterfall was pouring down. This time, there wasn't nearly as much water.
Another very different view was this little puddle of water. When we were here 6 years ago, there was so much water, it created a small waterfall. Being the first time visitors, we mistaken this little creek with the Lewis Fall. This time, there was no way we would make such mistake, because there was hardly any water at this little creek at all.
We sighted something new we did not notice before. "BOB," engraved in the cement of the Observation point. I wondered who did it and when it was done.
We saw a pair of tiny yellow birds, flying freely among these funny looking trees in front of the Lewis Fall. I was trying to take a photo of them, but they were too quick for me. So, eventually I gave up, and just put down my camera and enjoyed watching them chasing each other.
On the way back, we took a different trail that linked up to the Appalachian Trail. We saw a pale yellow butterfly on the side of the road. I took a series of pictures of her.
My husband jokingly said we would have to pay her for being our model. I said too bad this was not a paying photo-shoot. My husband pretended to be the butterfly and asked, "Oh. Can I at least get a copy of the photos?" I replied, "Well, what's your email address?" My husband (again assuming the role of the butterfly), "What is email? I don't have one." I said, "Well then too bad, I can't give you the photos." The butterfly (my husband) sighed, "Awwww..."
Ok, fine, it's a bad joke, but we had fun.
Next coming up was a holy tree. How was it holy? Well, it had holes all over it. (Ok, another bad joke.)
This fallen branch had an interesting look. I thought it looked like a dragon (the Chinese kind).
I saw something weird on the side of the trail in the fields. My husband went to investigate. It turned out to be a flood marker. We had no idea why there would be a flood marker in the middle of Shenandoah. It couldn't have flooded here, could it?
There was another tree that looked like a number 4. Unfortunately the picture didn't turn out too well.
We continued hiking, and my husband suddenly stopped and exclaimed in awe. He said the trail ahead looked like a "Road to Heaven". Well, I didn't see it and still don't see it, but since it was so inspirational for him, I decided to write this down.
To be continued...