Box 15

I can see the water gently flowing over the road as my dad drives down the curvy, shaded hill.  Glimpses of sunlight peek through the treetops at the greenery on the wooded floor.  My attention is captured by a simple waterfall, not the enormous dam it is situated by.  This waterfall is tiny.  The rock formation it flows down is not even 10 feet high.  I can’t even describe its width because the small stream flows down crevices from rock to rock, not creating a single, uniform waterfall.  Water trickling into a pool below and tree branches cracking as small creatures scurry through the woods are the only sounds to be heard.

Every time I visit this waterfall I am reminded of when I was in middle school and my family would go to this waterfall with our black german shepherd, Toby.  He would walk along side the creek as my sisters and I would slide down a rock embankment that ended in a shallow pool of water.  This pool of water was adjacent to where the water flowed over the road.  The shallow pool of water and the water flowing over the road were all connected to this small but picturesque waterfall.