We visit a waterfall

After three days of rain, wind and general dreariness, Saturday dawned crisp and clear with a sparkling blue sky and a hint of warmth. Perfect for a trip to Hindmarsh Falls, about 30kms due north of home. How I loved the drive: the winding road, stunning vistas of lush green hills rising, falling and stretching in endless folds to the horizon, deep verdant valleys, the occasional farmhouse, pockets of bushland, then to the edge of the Hindmarsh Tiers. Unfortunately, there was no place to stop safely for a photo and capture the peaceful panorama.

We found the falls by following a gravel and muddy road then walked down a steep concrete-step path. The recent rains meant that the water gushed over the rocks to fall in frothy eddies, then fell further to a calmer pool then leapt over the rocky edge to plummet downstream and continue on as the Hindmarsh River.

Upstream

The Falls 

I then concentrated on looking for details in the surrounding environment.

We motored on to Myponga (passing Rowley Road, named after Dad's part of the family who settled here in the 1860s), wandered around the Saturday market, had lunch at the bakery, continued on to Yankalilla  then home through the Inman Valley. On the way back I was able to record some bucolic scenes.

A gorgeous Saturday drive.