Since our first real hike of the year back in May at Pickle Springs, we knew that we had to visit more trails in the rain, hopefully in the fall. The crazy waterfalls and all the beauty they add to a scene was something we knew would make other places more magical. This weekend's forecast for rain got us thinking about more places to hike, and Don Robinson came up first. It's got some pretty dramatic terrain that we knew would be great for viewing with the leaves gone from the trees and water everywhere. And Remi the Hound Dog needed the exercise, so he came along.
Right away, we were greeted with some cool water scenes. Just a few hundred yards from the parking lot we came upon the first waterfall.
Another was just a short walk from there.
Water was everywhere! We had to jump across multiple streams that had swollen with the rains. The viewing was enhanced because we could see things that were hidden in the summer trees.
The old rock dam was just an amazing sight. Water flowed everywhere around it, as well as through cracks and holes in it. We could see a lot more of the cave, too. We'd have to wait for another time to explore that, though. We were not waterproof today for sure.
Oddly enough, Remi is a water Hound Dog. He splashed through every puddle, stream, and creek with impunity. He dragged the beautiful Mrs K up hill and down dale. Her arm will no doubt be sore tomorrow, as he is one strong dog.
Hound Dog was decidedly in his element today.
The scenes we fell in love with during the summer were even better with a sheet of water flowing over them all.
Movies would be a much better way to see all of the rock formations, but panoramic photos will have to do.
The long sheets of rock were surprisingly grippy, no doubt made mostly of sandstone. But as a caution, lots of slime covers the sheets of rock so it's never a good idea to go dancing around on them.
Turns out there are rules for dogs (even Hound Dogs!) but we didn't see them until we finished. No matter, as our tough little dude was a model park guest...and we didn't see a single soul while we were hiking so it wasn't like we bothered anyone.
Each trip to Don Robinson begs the question as we pass: What exactly goes on here??
Once home, Hound Dog found a familiar spot rest his weary, long-ass legs.
And because I had reorganized the garage the day before, I drove the Focus in for an oil change. And no, I didn't spill a drop! Adventures Managed!
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