I don't remember how we discovered Graveyard Fields (origin of name unknown, but possibly due to a scattering of stumps reminiscent of gravestones) in the Pisgah Forest of North Carolina. I do know that our first hike there involved the entire family in a gigantic thunder-and-lightning storm during which we ignored all safety rules in our determination to make it the entire way to Upper Falls.
En route we discovered a stretch of river that flattens wide over a bed of pebbles ~ and that's actually my favorite part of the hike. On sunny days when I've been out there alone, I've enjoyed just wading around in the river, and sitting on that huge rock to journal. The one day I had last week was, unfortunately, not sunny. But at least there was no sign of Thor and his thunderbolts.
I'm told that Second Falls is a favorite hangout of camp counselors on their days off ~ a great place in which to sit in the water all day long when the sun is hot.
Josh and I have been all the way up to Upper Falls together, (it's about two miles from the trailhead but, given the terrain, hikes more like four) and have wandered around in the shallow riverbed, and so I took some of his ashes to each place. Upper Falls was a little scary -- very slick on the rocks, and I had to slide most of the way down once I got up there.
Do you see how my life has changed, that I consider this to be normal behavior?