Sometimes life, and water, is about the journey. How many times have I said that? Well, I’m saying it again. Dicks’ Creek (Boyd, 110) seemed like an interesting idea for a waterfall destination. It didn’t really sound like a falls at all. Turned out, it was an ADVENTURE instead. It was an amazing revelation you have to see for yourself one day.
Hiking the half-mile wild, meandering, non-existent trail in to the water and then out again, I had lots of time to wonder why there wasn’t a picture of the falls in Boyd’s book. Was I being toyed with? Was there really nothing to see, despite the EXCELLENT rating in the description?
Didn’t really matter, because the FOUR MILES of dirt, back-country, mountain roads I drove in my Nissan sedan just to get to the parking spot had been fun enough already to make the trip worthwhile.
It was beautiful country. Fields and undisturbed farmland.
VERY interesting mailboxes and property markers.
Yes–that is a rusted out truck between two lamp posts on the side of a dirt road, with the homestead’s street number painted on the front so the mailman (and few other’s I’m assuming that venture this far in from the main road) can find the place. (more…)
