Hot and Dry. That’s the best way to describe the weather at Fall Creek Falls while we were there. Now that that’s out of the way…
MsBoyink had visited Fall Creek Falls State Park back when she was young. We had a picture of the falls hanging on the wall of our hallway for as long as I can remember. We had to return.
On our way there on Thursday, we discovered a few things. The first was how out in the middle of absolute nowhere this park was…. and that we had forgotten to stock up on food before arriving. The second was that Tennessee had neglected to add a tree-trimming section in their budget. We did that for them. After checking in, we took a look at the activity list. I sure hope the rangers earned good money, because they were busier than a rain collector in a hurricane. Some of the few things they were doing were (deep breath), Softballeverynightbasketballmultipleeducationalprogramsandhikesalmosteveryday. Translation and Slowed Down: Softball every night, basketball, multiple educational programs, and hikes almost everyday. Thursday was our exploration day. We took their scenic drive, and hiked out to a suspension bridge, where Storybird HAD to impersonate Horton from Horton Hears a Who (see video below). We then hiked over to an non-overlook of a waterfall. There was that lack of a tree-trimming budget again. We still got back in time for basketball, or so I thought. I didn’t leave time for a flat tire. Guess what happened. If you thought I found the Fountain of Youth, you’re wrong. We arrived a few minutes late, but still played a bunch. The only two points I scored were the winning points to a finish a six-point comeback. After dinner, I grabbed a new bike and rode over to softball. That was a blast. I found I could actually hit. We didn’t get the time right, though, so we had to follow the ranger back to our campsite. We slept well that night.
Friday, we didn’t do much for the morning. I walked over to the Nature Center to hear what I thought was a talk about the area snakes. I arrived to find I wasn’t in the right place. I learned about fishing instead. After walking back, I learned that Storybird had taken a bike ride to attempt to find the stables. She had said she would be gone for a 1/2 hour. That deadline was over and gone by the time I had gotten back, and she was still gone. MsBoyink had left to find her, heading south. Storybird arrived two minutes after I did, from the north. I had to run over to the checkin station to let them know not to start a search for her. We had grilled pizza for dinner, which was amazing. Softball was a dud. THe most people we had at one time was 7.
Saturday, we got up and hiked over to the base of Fall Creek Falls. MsBoyink was startled by a snake, just like the last time she was there. We tried to take a picture of the falls from the same spot as the old picture, but the lack of a, you guessed it, tree trimming division kicked us again. We did walk down to the base of the falls. Boyink and Storybird took a swim over to where the falls hit the rocks. We stayed at the base for a while. It was a - oh, wait, I already covered this. Read the first paragraph of the post. Thanks. That describes our hike back. We sat and panted for most of the afternoon. MsBoyink continued her creative cooking, making corncake grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and Spaghetti Carbonara My Way, aka Fred, for dinner. Softball was packed. I had my best game by far, going 6-7 with a triple and two doubles.
Sunday morning, the two kids and Boyink attended the park church service. I only understood about 1/2 of what the preacher said. Afterwards, Boyink got talking with a couple about traveling. I listened for a while, then left. Turns out, the guy owned a baseball bat company. We ended up buying one from him. Storybird attended a talk about hiking basics. An egg, potato, and bacon skillet, aka Jimmy, was for dinner. Softball started strong, then disintegrated. We did finish packing up that night.
Overall, Fall Creek Falls was a beautiful state park that had some unexpected things for us. Time to start for Michigan. Apparently, Franklin, Kentucky doesn’t hold the Fountain of Youth, either.
P.S. If you are the Governor of Tennessee, please think about a tree-trimming budget next year. All RVers will thank you. And, we are available for the job. We just have to get paid this time around. Thanks.