We awoke at 9:30AM, stopped at the visitor center for a map, and departed Bandy Creek for the first destination of the day... Twin Arches. The trail splits at 0.7 miles, the left going to the North Twin Arch, the right going to South Twin Arch, but both arches are only a few hundred feet apart. The south arch is the more impressive of the two. On our way to the Leatherwood Ford area, we were ambushed and came face to face with sheer evil. I calmly pulled the car to the side of the road, got out, and let Matt play hero (in attempt to build up his confidence, which I had taken from him on the ride down) and he crushed the fiend with a Doritos bag, leaving a remnant of this demon on my windshield as a monument of his victory and a testament to his bravery.
With daylight waning, we made a decision to leave the BSF and go to Cumberland Falls State Park Resort, home of Cumberland Falls.
We arrived at sunset, and after photographing the falls, we learned that on this night, there was a possibility that a moon bow would form at the falls (which happens on the few nights of and around a full moon, on clear nights). A moon bow is a rainbow created by the light of the moon and the mist of the falls. Given the information that this is the only place in the western Hemisphere this phenomenon occurs and that it was already nearly nightfall, we decided to stay and see a moon bow. However, once darkness had arrived, there was no moon to be seen. So we continued to wait for the moon to peak over the mountain and shine down into the river, eating, watching Epic Meal Time videos on my phone, discussing the virtues of the old hymns and what a truly great female vocalist sounds like, and me retelling fond memories of the great disappointments of Cleveland sports of my youth. At 11:30, the moon finally showed itself and created the illusive moonbow. After an hours drive through intense darkness, we returned to our mountain top home at Bandy Creek and went to bed.
I awoke at 9AM to learn that the chilly mountain air had brought some discomfort through the night to the ill-prepared Winfree. In near record time, we tore down camp, loaded up, and left the Big South Fork. On our way back to the I-75, we noticed that around every hill there was a full Baptist church on this sunny Sunday morning, and that every radio station had a southern preacher speaking about the love of Christ or the godlessness of movie theaters. We stopped for gas near Stearns, Kentucky. When we crossed the Ohio River, it was 79 degrees and sunny. But when the skyline of Columbus came into view, it was illuminated with the sun and the dark backdrop of the meteorological ugliness that we would soon encounter. In North Ridgeville, Ohio, it was 55 degrees, windy, and raining when we returned, which was more pleasant than listening to the Browns game.
At the Big South Fork National River and Recreation, we hiked 8 miles in exploring the magnificence of God's creation in brilliant warmth and sunshine and magnificent fall color. It was also a great time of fellowship and a needed respite from the daily grind for all participants.
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