Not Oneonta Gorge

Yesterday we had glorious weather, and late in the day Sue and I made a sudden spontaneous decision to go see the Oneonta Gorge.  That link is to MJF's blog (possibly of interest to those considering opening  photo blogs that make intelligent use of text) which made me eager to see the place, and Sue thought it would be easy to get there so we just threw a bottle of water into her backpack and left. 

We failed to find the path that goes along the bottom of the gorge. Instead we found a path that led up to the top of Oneonta Gorge, but there was a landslide blocking the way, so we only made it to Ponytail Falls, in this picture, about a mile up. You can't tell it from my photograph, but the falls drop about forty feet between wonderfully mossy cliffs. The walk back down to the car was splendid, ferns and new spring growth glittering in the late day sun. Frogs and warblers mounted a terrific late-day symphony and the spiders out-did themselves hurling shining strands in every possible direction.

I have some wide-angle postcardy shots of the whole waterfall, top to bottom with other hikers for scale, taken with the pocket camera, but it's the 35mm slice of moss and water that pleased me most.