|Blue Ridge Hike March, 2002|
|The day's summit, Hawksbill Mountain, 4,050 ft.
Glorious views on a mild spring day.
|One of the smaller and more intimate waterfalls along the way. Not as large as many of the falls on the trip but no less beautiful|
|My father at our lunch stop. With surroundings like these one can only eat slowly and enjoy the view.|
|In one 2-mile stretch of canyon there are no less than six waterfalls over 60 feet high. And countless more small small cataracts. More than enough recompense for the steep hiking.|
|My father stops at a midsize fall on our way up to the crest of the Blue Ridge.|
|My father at the top of the Blue Ridge, the Shenandoah Valley thousands of feet below.|
|With so many waterfalls and grand vistas, if you're not observant you'll miss smaller beauty right at your feet.|
|The falls in the descent canyon from the Blue Ridge tend to have more sloping rock. Two years ago the kids and I had a great time on this waterslide. The fallen tree at the bottom makes reentry a bit uncomfortable.|
|Hard to belive looking at this photo that I took the same hike a week earlier and it was 15 degrees. I camped out on the summit of the blue ridge at 0 degrees!|
|All fury and motion at the top and a tranquil pool at the bottom.|
|The people on the rocks give you some idea of scale. Maybe not big by Yosemite standards but large for something less than two hours from Washington, DC.|
|A closer view of the same spectacular falls.|
|A pair of falls each over 60 feet high.|
|Father and son enjoying some afternoon sun on a warm rock.|