Having fought the weather, my laziness, and a few unidentified extraterrestrial factors for a few consecutive weekends, I have finally gathered my will and camera in one backpack and headed to Northern Pennsylvania for some nature’s beauties. I am talking about the waterfalls in the Ricketts Glen State Park, of course. I was counting on some grand payoff for my two-and-a-half-hour drive. That is why my expectations were a bit optimistic, given all the information and a few lousy shots I found out on the park’s Web site. “Nonetheless,” I was thinking, “of the twenty-some falls there have to be some nice ones.”
In terms of hiking, I was fancying an easy hour-long walk beside a chain of waterfalls, connected with a smooth road of puddled clay or dirt at the worst. In a brief conversation I happened to strike with another tourist, I learned that ahead of me were three to four hours of primitive terrain, with tons of ascents and descents to be managed on a brim of forest cliffs. (Good thing I brought my sneakers with me on that hot Monday afternoon.) Whereas the hike was indeed non-trivial and quite dangerous, I was done in just over an hour and thirty minutes.
Now I shall stop my narration and let you enjoy what this post is all about. First, a few pics taken on the way to the park as well as the first waterfalls.