I had originally planned one day of hiking in Tennessee. Unfortunately, just before we left, I hurt my back. I didn’t think I could get through too much hiking. We were told about a short trail to a waterfall and decided to give it a go.
Since it was a short trail, it’s a short story. We were under the impression the hike led to near the top of the waterfall and we’d be able to see it from the side (or something like that). When we arrived at the front of the trail, the sign off the side of the road said the waterfall was only three hundred yards ahead. Even easier than we imagined.
Luckily we took it slow and had the dog on a leash, because when we emerged from the brush we were narrowly close to a cliff! No warning signs. No railing. Just straight to the edge of a rocky cliff.
I wish I could share a photo looking down, but with no railing, there was no way I was going to the edge for a shot. The previous and following photos were as close as I could get. Below, you can see the where the water curves over the rock-cliff.
We hiked for a bit in the opposite direction along the semi-dry creek that led to the cliff.
We were hungry for lunch by then, and decided to drive around to find the nearest town, fourteen miles away. We grabbed a bite to eat and then headed to a state park. There wasn’t much there to do, but we took a little stroll along this lake.
It was mostly a relaxing side trip from our side trip, with the exception of the cliff scare. I don’t understand why they didn’t have some sort of warning or railing there. If somebody’s kid takes off down the path, I pray they don’t pop out right over that cliff.