...and also on the way home.

I forgot that I took some other photos to post today, so you get a two-fer Thursday. Please curb your enthusiasm.

As I drove down the long hill into the river valley I caught a glimpse through the trees of several large canoes clustered in the center of the river. But, as was true with the earlier view of the eagle flock, it was impossible to get a picture. In my efforts to find a place from whence I could see the canoes, I saw something else.

First, let's set the scene. Here is a nice, traditional shot of the St. Croix river gorge at Taylor's Falls.

 

I had parked my car (illegally) in the lot reserved for people who were going on the riverboat cruise.

 

However, I was only parked there for less than ten minutes, and there were still plenty of spaces left. So I didn't feel too bad.

I could not see the canoes from my vantage point; they were downstream and around a bend and probably getting farther away from me at every second.

What I did see, on the other side of the river:

 

 

Ah, to be young, strong, supple... and immortal.

Comments

[Mel]

I love Taylor's Falls. Haven't been there in 15 years now, but it was always a fun day trip.

[Carrie K]

That is gorgeous.

Wait, aren't we still immortal?

[Cookie]

And fearless!

It's so beautiful and green there. /jealous

[Diane]

And crazy!

[Cindy]

Oh Man, that makes me homesick. I can almost hear my Mom telling us to stay off of the rocks.

[Angie]

I'm no climber but those are cool photos. I camped near there about 30 years ago. Thanks for the memory jog.

[marianne]

Great photos. I'm crazy or dumb enough I'd be wanting to climb those rocks too.

[cursingmama]

I tried that once in just about that exact same spot! I was....18, no maybe 19 and I got approximately 2 feet of the ground and hollered "GET ME DOWN!" And they did. THANK GOODNESS!
I forgot for the briefest moment (okay the whole time I was planning this little adventure so I could be near a boy) that I am deathly afraid of heights!