Are there any waterfalls in Dragonfly Prince? Yes, there are. That’s why we hiked to some waterfalls in the Cumberland Plateau area of Tennessee. We went to four of them in three days. The first was Laurel Falls, which is in the same area as the Stone Door I talked about last week. The falls were beautiful and very deceptive. When next to the water, it doesn’t seem like you’re really walking on a ledge.
On Sunday afternoon, when we visited the Old Stone Fort, we stepped off the beaten path and scrambled down the side of the rocky rise to enjoy the water. There were people fishing and a family sitting under a low waterfall, their t-shirts and shorts soaked through. They were grinning their heads off! We slipped and slid against the stream of water until we found a place we could climb back up, then we squish-squashed the rest of the way around the mounds, stopped to listen to Zeke play, got in our car, and raced back to shower before evening worship.
We visited two more waterfalls driving from Manchester to Tullahoma. One was Rutledge Falls, which is on residential property. The owners of the land allow sightseers to use a trail along their property to get to the falls. And they are the most beautiful, in my opinion. The water cascades down a picturesque series of box-like strata and envelopes the scattered, large rocks at the base. It was cool under the shade of the trees and blistering hot when standing on the rocks. I didn’t want to leave.
We were told about Machine Falls by a sister at the Red Hill Church of Christ, the congregation we worshiped with Sunday evening. We followed the path to the falls, but we couldn’t see it. So, we kept going, thinking the path would lead us closer. (We should have walked along the stream bed. The falls were just a few yards away.) Instead, we huffed and puffed up a climbing, zigzagging trail about a foot and a half wide, the edge of which dropped off steeply. The other three waterfalls were easy to get to. With those, there had been rocks and stairs to climb; it was energizing. This one was exhausting.
The path took us above the falls and beside it. We climbed down a narrow rut of a path and walked under a rock outcrop to find we could step right into the falls midlevel. And we just that.
While we were there, a family with two little ones came around the stream (which is how I learned that was the real way to walk to the falls :P). The kids climbed up the side of the falls with their dad, and he took a bag of peanut M&Ms from his pocket and gave a handful to each of them.
“That’s a good idea!” I said. “Waterfalls and M&Ms. They’ll have good memories.”
Grinning, he replied, “We always find M&Ms at the waterfall. It’s what keeps them going…and sugars them up for the way back.”
“Smart,” I said, nodding. “Kind of like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”
“Only M&Ms are better,” he added, laughing.
Later, Realm asked me if I wished we’d brought the kids with us.
“I thought about it,” I told him, “but no.” I didn’t want to hear,
“How much farther?”
“Can I play video games if I go?”
“Will you carry me? I can’t walk anymore.”
After seeing our pictures, they’ve decided they want to see some waterfalls, too. Maybe I’ll bring M&Ms to make the trek magical for them. For me, the waterfalls were magical. Blissful. Peaceful. I found myself humming, “Whispering Hope”* under the spell of the whispering falls as we followed the paths to see them. And I often thought of my Heavenly Creator, who formed such beautiful visions…and promises there’s more where that came from!
*If you’d like to hear “Whispering Hope,” try this.