Part 1, Copper Rock Falls

My poor old body was stiff and sore from the fall I'd taken the previous day at the Ausable River and was, in fact, blooming giant purple bruises the size of footballs. But the gashes had stopped bleeding and my hike in to Basford Falls had helped me to feel better, not worse. So it was with great joy that I began down the trail toward our next waterfall, Copper Rock Falls:

Of course the dogs do everything with great joy - and this was no exception:

The short walk through the forest was pleasant, and soon I heard the roar of falls or rapids. Then the Grasse River came into view:

The dogs ran down to the water but didn't go in:

We continued moving upstream along the river's edge:

And then I saw the falls. Well, they were more like rapids at this time of year, but the upside was that there were plenty of exposed rocks on which we could move around, getting a close look at the roaring water:

Have you noticed yet why these are called Copper Rock Falls? Those copper colored blotches were all over the rocks around the river:

I followed the dogs upstream, walking very carefully with my bad fall the previous day always in my mind:

And what a spectacular scene it was. Note the two little Papillons on that rock. That will help you see the size and scope of this magnificent scene. I imagine that it's nothing but a rushing column of dangerous, muddy water in the springtime. I think I'd keep the dogs on leashes then:

Autumn colors were just beginning to light up the woods. Notice little Clover on that rock to the right of the photo:

We hit the trail and began walking back toward the trail head. Daphne stopped for a safe, quiet look at an inlet:

And as we traversed the trail, we could see and hear the Grasse River alongside of us:

This was indeed a pleasant, even spectacular hike - and all the more so since it was so short and easy. But we weren't finished yet. I'll post more tomorrow: