It’s almost impossible to take a non-photogenic picture in the fall at Glen Helen.
GH is the home of the iconic irony Yellow Springs, and waterfalls like sparkly bead curtains over caves. Also “my” famous tree sculpture. It was a warm, almost tropical day, in a gorgeous display of every shade and hue. Colorful leaves floated in the deep, fish-filled river. All kinds of wildlife were out gorging themselves, stocking up for winter, too focused to notice us. There were many interesting fungi and lichens.
I’ll post this in two parts. The falls are in part 2.