It was only a 3.5 mile hike round trip, but we managed to drag it out to last most of the morning. The trail to Whiskeytown Falls was sometimes dry and dusty, mostly shaded, and for long portions excruciatingly uphill. But we didn’t mind. We were too busy enjoying the time together as a family.
TJ running ahead to hide and jump out at us. Holli taking control of the camera and practicing her photography. Cristi and TJ jumping off a big rock several times so Holli could get a good shot. Cristi’s contagious laughter echoing through the trees. Stopping at every bench on the uphill hike to catch our breath. There was lots of laughter, lots of fun.
And then we got to the falls. The water was clear and cold, the falls seemed to go up the mountain forever. We couldn’t see even see the top. We sat and watched, put our toes into the icy flow, chatted with an old aquaintance we saw, took some great pictures and then headed back down, slipping and sliding on the dry sandy path, laughing at each other’s clumsiness.
Looking back on the day, the most outstanding memories were not of the beautiful falls at the end of the hike. Yes, they were breathtaking. But the best memories were of the family time we spent hiking up and back.