So I know last week I told you I was going to go waterfall climbing over the weekend, and I really did hope to go. But as the event drew nearer, I wasn’t so sure we were going to pull it off. The high for the day was supposed to be about 53 degrees Fahrenheit, and cloudy. The temperature was about 47 degrees when we needed to make the decision.
Hiking up a river (through the water) for and hour+ and climbing up waterfalls in those temps, was I going to be able to do this? I remembered those videos about hypothermia from science class…
We decided to make our way to the trail head and see how the water felt.
When we got to the river, I waded in tentatively. To my surprise, the sun was shining, the river felt fine, and I was ready to do this. So we set out, headed up river, with about a mile ahead of us. Most of the way we were carefully walking on slippery stones (sometimes quite sharp ones) in ankle to knee high water. We made it up the first little bumps no problem. And then we saw THIS GUY>>
It was our first big waterfall. Hard to tell from the picture, but around 6 feet tall I’d guess, and running pretty high with water. My brother in law looks at my husband making his way towards it and says, “He can’t be serious!??”
But as I watch my husband (who I’m pretty sure is part mountain goat) climbing up and back down again like it’s a cake walk, I begin to relax a little. I’m still afraid, but also excited, and I trust my husband’s judgement. So I make my way over to the edge, and in a couple big steps I’m over it!! It was so simple. And so fun to look back and think, “I climbed that!”
In the end, we didn’t get to climb all the waterfalls on the river because the water was really high and some were dangerous, but I was totally fine with that. We just hiked up to the top and even stepped under one of the biggest falls (what a rush!!!!). It was a weekend I will never forget and it made me SO glad I stepped out of my comfort zone and just did it. In fact, I’m hoping to start climbing more things soon…