The park is a short drive from us, just across the Potomac River, and the queue that greeted us along the Virginia country road suggested some remarkable sights inside. It took us around five-times longer to get to the entrance booth than it had on our recent visit to the Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon is a mile deep, which meant Great Falls was going to be five miles deep! Wow.
The park was nice. We wandered about for a bit, saw some rocks in a river, but somehow managed to totally miss the biggest waterfall in the whole world. Oh well, next time. We drove away in our Ford Fiesta ("Everything We Do Is Driven By You!") back to Maryland ("If you're looking for a merry land, go to Maryland!") and our Pulte-built home ("Committed to your comfort every step of the way!") where I cracked open a Budweiser ("The King of Beers!") and watched the Chicago Cubs ("Try Not To Suck!") play in the "World" Series. As I often tell Pete: life's all about learning to live with disappointment. I tell Hannah that too...
Off into the wilds.
I guess the massive waterfall must be behind us.
The rock climbing was pretty cool though. If you're Pete's size.
Anyone seen a huge waterfall? Anyone want to buy some snake oil? OK, bye.
