There is a trail that runs along the river out by Ryan Dam and the Great Falls. The last few times we have been out there, the trail has been closed. (This also happens to be where we went star gazing on Christmas evening and saw a shooting star.) When we ventured out that way yesterday, the trail was open.
So our little family of 5 headed out down the trail, to see what we could see.
It was a nice day, sunny, but windy. Of course around here if the wind isn’t blowing, you start to get nervous. The geese were out in full force down on the river, an immature bald eagle flew overhead. Mule deer bucks were startled by our presence and took off up the hillside. One still had both antlers and another was missing one. Two bald eagles soared overhead, coasting on the breeze, perhaps looking for breakfast. The boys collected lots of pretty rocks while Catheryn carried her pony babies. We saw coyote tracks and William was having fun pointing out all the scat.
We eventually ended up out at the dry falls. We actually passed two falls that had long since dried up, but the second one was much larger than the first and was the one mentioned on the trail marker signs. It was a pretty neat place to be, and imagining water rushing down wasn’t hard to do.
We hiked about four miles round-trip and everyone had a great time. It was a great way to spend some quality time together. Except for being a little (or a lot) wind-blown, we all arrived back to the van in one piece, where we were greeted by our sweet ole’ Bailey B.
ps – Take a peek at picture #5 five to see if you can spot my lense cap. (Hint: it may have rolled/blown/bounced its way over the falls…)