The ticket-taker at the botanical garden had recommended we go to Akaka Falls, which is just up the road.
However, once we arrive we discover you have to walk a ways back to the falls. There are signs everywhere warning you not to leave anything of value in your vehicle. Since we haven’t had a chance to check into our B &B yet, we have EVERYTHING packed in our car and, while our lavender PT Cruiser convertible is cute, it doesn’t offer much in the way of secure storage!
I decide to skip the falls, but Lane says I should go and he will stay in the car and study the map. I feel bad about this, but he insists that he really does not need to see another waterfall, so I take off down the lushly tropical path to the main falls.
The falls itself is great, plunging 420 feet past sheer mossy walls and into a small pool. It is everything a tropical waterfall should be.
Back at the car I tell Lane he really should see it, but he declines and we are off again.