Sunday morning we started off all hyped up in search of a place I read about in one the park pamphlets I ran across, called “Tryst Falls”. What a disappointment! No falls, just a very small shallow pond complete with a sign warning us that there was no diving and no swimming. Not a chance of that, I think we would have been hard pressed to find water above our shins.
Three droplets of water constitute a waterfall, evidently.
My friend tried a closer spot and maybe an odd angle would help.
Farther down the road at Watkins Mill State park we found a wooden bridge that is still in use, in fact we drove over it and lived to tell the tale.
Underneath the bridge was a dry creek bed that we walked along for a mile or so, a testament to the ongoing dry conditions here.
More of the dry creek bed, we walked a long way in search of water and never found any.
A woman's view of hunting...with men 
Glad that you found the time to relax from your work schedule, even if it meant a few drops of water. Perhaps it used to be huge waterfalls long ago..
Hopefully we’ll find better places and nicer weather. It was nice to relax and just enjoy the morning.
Maybe when it’s the wet season there’s a bit more falling? Still, it looks like a nice walk and a good adventure.
Maybe, but I don’t plan on going back to check it out. Yes it was a lot of fun exploring, I just wish it was warmer.
Water fall? More like water drop.
The Soviets probably built a dam upriver. Oop! We can’t blame them anymore 🙂
Well maybe the Soviets built the dam a long time ago. That way we can still blame them.:)
Beautiful pictures. Too bad the water fall was a disappointment.
Yeah the “waterfall” was a big bust, but we had fun anyway.