Yesterday was a waterfall day. North Carolina left nothing to be desired.
We hit Bridal Veil Falls, Dry Falls, and Triple Falls back to back and somehow, each one felt completely different. The Bridal Veil was soft and strange, like it didn’t quite want to be seen but couldn’t help it. Dry Falls had weight. You get to walk behind it. Even though the mist still found your face, it felt like standing inside power. Then there was Triple Falls was layered, loud, and fast. It didn’t ask permission. It just was. The waterfall offered an awesome opportunity to swim or wade. AND ROCKS!
I’ve hiked a lot of places, but, something about the mountains in North Carolina is different. Like you’re not just watching water and rocks. You’re watching time. Energy. Release.
There’s always something about that final moment when you stop moving and just look. That one view that makes your whole body quiet. It’s like the world steps back for you. Even just for a minute.
And that’s what this day gave me. A minute. Three times over.
I’ll remember the sound of each one differently. The feel of the mist. The angle of the rocks. The way I kept turning around just to see it again. I’ll remember the way the road twisted before the first fall came into view. How you never really know what it’s going to look like until you’re right up on it.
That’s what I’m chasing in life.
This was only just day 2 of my totally awesome vacation!
Whisper to the void it might whisper back