My old man likes to be right. And he HATES to admit he was wrong. So when we decided to go for a hike in the mountains, and he told me he absolutely positively no-questions-asked knew how to get to the Seven Falls trail head, I should have been skeptical. “It’s a left off the main trail”, he said. No problem.
But it’s clear there are tons of people hiking the area – so we resolved to stick to the trail and see what we could see. We started up a very steep road-like trail, but because of the drought and the fire it was covered with loose dust and gravel, and we kept slipping down. My dad needed to take a break, so I decided to head up the hill and see what I could see. Here’s the view below and above me.
I went on a little ways, but the idea of my father slowly dehydrating in his poor excuse for shade made me turn back. We never did find the Seven Falls.