So, the next day after the Yellow Jacket day, we decided to go to a well traveled trail. The BP even wore yellow to help sway any guys in yellow jackets from heading our way.
BTW, thank you for the concern about dad's booty. He was okay and able to rejoin us on the trail!
And we're off!
Linville Falls is very cool...it's like some major water!
For this part, both BP and I needed to be contained, a little bit dangerous around all this water and rocks and cliffs of death and stuff. I wasn't too happy about this, but apparently the BP thinks it's kinda awesome being carried around...why doesn't I get carried around?!?!
Next, we had to go up up up to get to see Linville George.
Umm, what is holding up my progress? I want to go see this George fella.
Oh, it's the BP slowing us down! He's free and jumping on and over EVERYTHING!!
We made it!!! HELLLOOOOOOOO!!! GEORGE?!?! GEORGE WHERE IS YOU?!?! IS YOU DOWN THERE?!?!?!
Mom, there is no George....and why does the sign misspell his name as Gorge?
I was still looking for George, but the BP and the parents saw this awesome view of the falls from way up high. Why aren't they worried for George!??!
Oh well, we never found George, but I did find some nice cool waters for my feets and to drink. I hope someone finds George! Maybe he got taken off by the guys in yellow jackets?