I came upon this early on in day 2. The house of prayer itself was barely visible. A serene place that probably a fantastic view. I didn’t think I ought to ride up to see. Later I wished they said a prayer for me.
These falls were a short walk away from my route. I got here around 9:00 am and on a relatively cool day. On hot afternoons I bet it’s hard to find a spot to call your own. What a great place to cool off! I didn’t climb up to see, and it’s hard to make out in this picture, but it looks like there’s an elevated pool between the upper and lower sections of the fall. 
Unmaintained roads like this one gradually become streambeds when culverts get clogged or broken. This one was very tricky to climb. Wet rocks are slippery.
I didn’t see any speed limits for cars on this road. Not that you would need one.
This tree was easy to get under.
This one was easy, too.
This one was impassible. The ground was swampy on the left side, and uphill with a stone wall on the right. Nothing to do back turn back and scout a way around.
I came upon the same smashed hippy house that had spooked me last year. Another year in the elements had deteriorated it further. The back wall crazily leaning on the left has a built in bookcase with books still in it. Very hard to make out is a green couch right underneath the bookcase. Once a good spot to read. Hopefully the occupants were gone when the roof got smashed in. I didn’t go poking around for bones. 
This troubled bridge over murky waters was scarier than the haunted hippy house. I pushed the bike over on the right side, re-arranging some of the boards for better footing.
Made it on a prayer!
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