When you reach the trails end, there's a t-shirt for sale at the souvenir shop that reads, "I survived the red trail at Bushkill Falls!" Let me assure you that is no exaggeration and I didn't even come near to walking the whole trail. But, right now, it is worth every ache and pain I am going to experience for the next 24 hours.
Our group of nine arrived as the park opened and although you could see your breath in the morning air, the sun soon broke through and cast a wonderful glow on the awe-inspiring waterfalls. The trails were steep at times, narrow at times and seemed never-ending at times, but every step brought a sigh of wonderment at the beauty before us.
Can you believe summer is drawing to a close and that autumn is less than a pumpkin patch away? I love this time of the year when the humidity drops and the nights cool off. Looking forward to a colorful fall.