The Stuff Pancakes are Made Of

New York state has a lot of water.  Growing up in the desert, this still fascinates me.  I would call any trickle of water down a rock face a waterfall.  New York state has a good share of "real" waterfalls.  Bram and I went to Buttermilk falls, a network of several falls down a beautiful stream*.

Walking up the waterfalls, many people take a break to walk in the pond at the base of the waterfall.

My husband frolics at the base of the waterfall.

Getting closer...

Then he decides he wants to try to climb it.

After his wife earns a few more gray hairs, he makes it to the top.

We decide to do a good portion of our hike through the stream itself.  Here I am at the top of my own scaled waterfall.

Some college students had too much time on their hands.

Fording the river.

The mini waterfalls, cutting away the soft rock.

Ever the great outdoors-man.

At this section of the river, the fast moving stream made a particularly deep hole in the soft rock.

These piles of rock are typically used by hikers in modern days to find their ways while hiking.  They have been found all over the world and some date back thousands of years.  These date back to last Friday night, when drunk college students made several of them.  A point if you know the name of these odd rock piles (no google).

* What we desert folk call a rushing river.