Rock Island

Over the past very hot two weeks, we have spent time at Rock Island. This little piece of paradise is a treacherous, rocky, and steep climb, but it is extremely short, and well worth the risk.

Festooned with falls, I don't ever take my camera, because we spend the entire time frolicking under the falls.

This weekend was one of the busiest I've ever seen. We went on a Thursday last week, and we had this area completely to ourselves.

On a hot, dry day in July, the mist from the falls is refreshing, and the frigid, crisp water perks you right up.

Special thanks to our good friend Dustin for braving the trail to grab these shots.

What has he done to wear so many scars?...

Because I thought you should know, Eli called me a craw-mommy this week on our hike this weekend(which is similar to a crawdaddy). We frolicked under water falls and swam in the cool, cool water. Ollie also slipped and put a good gash in his shin. I'll spare you the photos of it, but he's still wearing a good bandage. Waterfalls are worth the pain, he thinks...