The sublime beauty of Picklesimer Rock House Falls rewards anyone who chooses to take a less-traveled path.
Toward the end of winter, I always feel like I’m holding my breath, waiting to see if spring is going to come back again. Every year, if I pay attention, I’m given reassurance from the land that yes, spring is still a recurring event, and I need to do nothing but wait and hope to speed along its arrival.
On a blessedly warm and sunny late winter day my sweetheart and I paid a visit to Picklesimer Rock House Falls in Blue Valley. We were going to visit one of the more popular hiking spots around Highlands but recoiled from the crowded parking lot and high-tailed it down the mountain instead, where we saw not another human.