Our trip to Crabtree Falls was freaking fantastic: the perfect spot on the river. The perfect campsites. Great friends.
I wrote a thing when I was sitting out on the rocks the first morning – I was up for 2 hours by myself, just enjoying the river, reading a book, watching the sunrise. It’s not like me to like being by myself, but in that moment, I really kind of did.
“We go to these magical places and take these epic adventures- and it’s not for the notoriety of saying we did. There’s moments, like this one, where I’m sitting on a rock in the middle of the river and I’m by myself and that’s ok. Because the river is flowing, the sun is rising, and not one singular date can dictate how I feel in the middle of all this wild beauty. It’s not even so wild- it’s a well-known campground. I’m here with my friends and my husband. But for me, in this moment? For me it’s everything.”
We adventured down the river at our campsite. We tubed down the James River. I jumped off what can only be called a large rock into the river and it was awesome. We hiked Spy Rock (again) and saw the most epic sunset. The trip ended with a hike up Crabtree Falls. It was a short trip, but an amazing one.