We had more rain last week (five inches in three days). The first clear day, my husband and I looked at each other with the same thought: Let's hike up to Triple Falls and High Falls! [Hooker Falls, Triple Falls, and High Falls are along the same trail and within three miles of one another.]
We could hear the roaring of the river when we got out of the car. So much more water than we had seen before. It whetted our appetite to get to the falls.
Another good sign: this section of the river has not had sufficient flow for kayaks in a long time and today they were back.
Our first glimpse of Triple Falls gave us an uplift. It really was flowing more than we had seen.
We were more and more excited as we came closer to the falls.
All the people we had met on the trail were talking about the falls. Almost all of us were people who live in the area since it was a week day. And some shared stories of how the falls looked during the floods of several years ago.
The lower falls roared and bashed against the rocks below. We had never seen the flow so wide nor full. The sound alone was worth the trip.
We spent several minutes admiring the falls and talking with fellow hikers. Then we started up the trail to High Falls. Our luck did not hold and it started raining again. So we turned back. High Falls will be another day.