Saturday evening, after a long day of hiking and exploring, we went to a restaurant/grill for dinner. It was labeled as "Italian" though our bed and breakfast owner let us know it wasn't true Italian. That was okay. I had a delicious dinner of seafood pasta, real Italian or not. I enjoyed every bite. After that, we walked through Clifton Hill (the tourist spot) to visit the Falls one more time. Oh my. Clifton Hill was TOO much for me. I am just not a "touristy" type. That was the moment I was even more thankful for our bed and breakfast off the beaten path.
Our visit to the Falls, the last for the
trip, was short and sweet. Apparently it was a three day weekend for
Canadians. There were people EVERYWHERE. It was almost suffocating.
So I just snapped a few pictures then we walked back to the bed and
breakfast to pack our things. (We walked probably 10 miles in all that
One last look at the American and Bridal Veil Falls...
We drove through New York,
Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Kentucky to our last destination of the
getaway...Cumberland Falls State Park.
Sidenote: Along the way, we needed to stop for lunch. I searched my app "iWant"
and found a burger joint in a little town in Ohio. It was a little off
our path and added a little time to an already long day but it was
worth it. I ate all but one bite of one of the best burgers I have ever
had. I don't even want to know how many calories I consumed. It is
probably a good thing that I had NO desire to even have any dinner or
food the rest of the day...
Anyway, after we got to the
park and got the keys to our room, we drove (still sore from our walk
the day before) to the Falls. Cumberland Falls is called the Niagara of
the South. After seeing it, I understand. It really is like a miniature
I also love butterflies. I loved having the opportunity to try out the zoom on my camera...
seeing the waterfall from a few different spots, we walked along the
Cumberland River and came upon this bridge. It was just a neat setting.
next day, we again got up early and hit the road (thankfully gaining an
hour along the way). About 12 hours later (after driving across
Kentucky, hitting a small part of Illinois, driving through part of
Missouri, and along some of Arkansas, we returned home.
And just like that, the adventure was over. But the memories will remain with me for days and years to come...