July 13, 2006 The rain was coming down, hard enough to wake me up as though I heard a gunshot. I was definitely psyched to run over to the mountain to see the falls, and let me tell you that I wasn’t disappointed. As I approached the ranger station with my park pass, I asked what the chances were of seeing the waterfalls, “ah, they need to have a lot of rain on the rock, not just in the area, and when the rain stops, the waterfalls stop shortly after.” I put my hand out the window, no rain, not for a few minutes. I slammed the clutch down and into gear, top gun style, and blasted over to the rock. By the time I arrived, it was pissing rain and the wind was blowing hard.
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