Down in Chesterfield Gorge, we met a traveling wizard.
Our campsite near the Appalachian Trail.
A swim in the morning before meeting the last member of our group.
Now we're at The Arches, where it's a long way down.
Some people felt the need of a nap.
There are arches at The Arches. A railroad used to pass this way, but it was re-routed and the bridges were left standing.
Nudists are spying on the textiles!
Goldmine Brook Pothole, also called Heavenly Hideaway. I always think that you're very close to the spirits of the forest and the water here.
I promised "Water so cold it'll take your breath away, even the first weekend in August" but it wasn't too bad.
Pools further down the stream. I never saw that hat before.