Lesson #1: Before you drive into a national park, get gas. There are no gas stations in our nation's park system. I suffered for this mistake by 1) having to back track 5 miles to the entrance of the park and 2) paying $3.00/gal (for regular).
Lesson #2: Wear proper footwear.
With zero tread to speak of, my Tiger sneaks left me little room for error trekking through the mountains. Last week, I hiked through muddy Roosevelt Island in flip-flops, so I guess this is an improvement.
Was someone holding your hand at the top of the waterfall?
ReplyDeleteThe national park must be like a jungle this rainy year....
ReplyDeleteI'll bet you're looking forward to a glass of wine and reading an i-phone manual. any apps you can use on the trip?
Never occurred to me that i-phones were used below the Mason Dixon line..
Hope you don't end up in a one-bulb room in a Blue Ridge Mtn motel when Mom & I vacationed nearly 40 years ago!
Love the Dad & Baby Michael photo!
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah. I fogot about that. Wasn't Katie with us?
ReplyDeleteDonna, She certainly was.. dad
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