Solitude Pointe Campground, Cleveland, South Carolina
My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight, preserve sound judgment and discretion; they will be life for you, an ornament to grace your neck. ~ Proverbs 3:21-22
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FIRSTBORN, CHRIS! We are so proud of our son! God has grown him into a terrifically wonderful man, full of love and patience, intelligence, and truth be told, if you have to be stranded on a deserted island somewhere, you’d want Chris with you. He would know how to survive.
Another rainy day, but once again, Blaine found us a window of opportunity, albeit a very small one – just an hour and a half.
We stayed close to home again, too, visiting the Wildcat Falls. This trail begins right alongside the road, and includes a 30’ waterfall (the Lower Wildcat) to start.
Once you cross over the top of the waterfall, on the trail, you can see another 10’ one (the Middle Wildcat).
That’s the middle falls in the background.
I’m crossing over the top of the lower falls.
And yes, you’re supposed to do that!
Remnants of a shelter house
Then, about halfway around the one-mile loop, we encountered the dangerous 100’ Upper Wildcat.
However, as we were heading to the Upper Falls, we discovered another waterfall that wasn’t listed anywhere. We thought it was supposed to be the Upper Falls, but it wasn’t anywhere near 100-feet! We assumed (wrongly) it was one of those waterfalls where they tell you it’s a certain height, but they’re counting a conglomeration of smaller falls in their figure. We were disappointed . . .
100′? I don’t think so!
But then we found the real 100-footer!
It was spectacular!
There was a sign up in the women’s bathroom at the Visitor Center (remember that from yesterday?) that listed all the deaths at waterfalls in recent years. I glanced at it because it was right above the dryer, and had noticed that in the past 2 years, at least three people died here. And there are signs up all over here, telling you the danger. All we can figure is that people try to climb the rock(s) to get to the top, or for a halfway-up picture.
We didn’t do that, but Blaine did climb to the top by going up the hill on the side.
There he goes, with my admonition to stay safe!
Note the cross on the tree. . .
While he climbed, I was left with nothing to do but wait . . . and take lots of pictures. : )
Blaine’s views on the way up – –
There he is!
But it’s dark where he’s at, so the picture isn’t very good.
His view from the side
Pop on top!
See him on the left? Barely?
He discovered another pretty high waterfall up there!
Here he comes!
Safe and sound!
A much needed rest, while I crawled around a bit.
A Christmas leaf!
All good things must come to an end . . . .
And look!
Halloween leaves!
I don’t think I’ve ever seen black leaves before.
The low clouds disappeared just long enough to see the mountain across the street from where we’re parked.
Returning home, it was time to do some laundry, and other chores.
Thus ends another wet day – at least for us outside.
For the rest of the day and all night long:
It’s raining, it’s pouring!
The old man is snoring!
(he doesn’t actually snore . . . ) 😊