A place people call Monkey Rock

Last Sunday I was having a crummy day. We had been inside for most of the day and my emotions were on full blast and I had a migraine. There was lots of crying, partially because we watched "The Impossible." Around 6pm Chris asked, "Should we go on a drive and get some fresh air?" He always has the best ideas. We drove aimlessly around surrounding cities with our windows cracked, letting the fresh air in. It was great. On our way home we drove down a familiar road that had a surprise waiting for us. A WATERFALL! So apparently the waterfall is always there, but the last time we drove on this road it was winter and there was no waterfall in sight. This waterfall was the best Sunday surprise ever. While we walked around I kept saying, "Is this real?" and "Has this always been here?" It also helped that the sun was setting which made things even a little more fantastic.

I bought a tripod last month so this was the perfect opportunity to work on my long exposures, hence all of the long water exposures.

This week I found out where we were is what people call Monkey Rock. I have heard people talk about this place before, but I had no idea where it was. Now I know.