You may remember Franconia Notch from our drives through it on the way to the Mount Washington Hotel.
Having a sensory sensitive son, we have learned from past experience and arrive at the Flume as it opens, hoping to avoid the large, summertime crowds.
It is a good decision. The parking lot is empty as we enter the deserted Visitor Center.
Our journey begins much like our first with Weston blazing ahead of the gang
this time choosing to hold a trusty stick as his leadership baton.
Once again he serves as talkative tour guide.
First stop is in front of a massive boulder moved by glaciers that carved this interesting environment.
The trail slopes gently upward to Table Rock.
Table Rock is a large flat slab of rock in the middle of the brook we are following.
The mountain water slides easily and almost invisibly over this massive surface.
A better view.
Perhaps not surprisingly, Nick's anxiety begins to build slightly.
But the brave lad decides to tough it out and continue.
With a little help from Dad.
The trail continues upward.
We are now at the top of Table Rock.
The sign warns folks to stay off the rock.
Although it looks safe and serene,
the water is actually moving very, very quickly.
The rocks are slippery.
Also important to note... at this point it is quiet.
The water is moving fast but noiselessly.
Weston and his trusty stick continue on.
Up ahead is a series of walkways and staircases.
The sound of water moving more quickly begins to build.
Large rock walls begin to spring out of the ground.
First on one side.
And then on the other.
Nick is concerned but carries on with much bravery
The trail becomes a series of wooden walkways
that head into a massive stone hallway.
Out of this rock corridor comes the sound of a powerful waterfall.
The rock walls amplify the sound of falling water.
Still the brave Nicholas holds it together
with help from his supportive older brother
who is now holding back from his brisk pace so he can help support Nick.
Nicholas is holding his SpongeBob lunchbox.
One of a series of items we use to support him through difficult transitions.
He is also holding a stuffed animal that we spent way too much money on
in the visitor gift shop. Oy.
We continue to move ahead.
If you notice there is not another soul in sight.
This is a very unusual occurrence for the Flume.
In another hour this walkway will be full of visitors.
I am thankful for our early start.
The water is beginning to move more quickly.
We feel as if it is under our feet.
Nick puts on the most fake smile he can muster,
trying to hide his building anxiety.
A look back
from where we have just come.
Where we are going.
Weston back at his usual post.
The rock wall smells of moisture and metal and ancient times.
The walkway is wet and slippery.
The sound of falling water is now almost deafening.
The icy mountain water pounds over rock.
We feel the cold spray on our faces.
The thunderous sound of water pounding over rock finally cracks Nick's weakening resolve.
Unable to control his panic, our brave, little hiker loses it and starts to freak out.
But thankfully, there is no one around.
Nick cries but continues on, proceeding slowly and carefully.
I hold tightly to his hand and try to support his body as he climbs.
The stairway leads us over the roaring waters.
up, up, up
Nick requires all of our support now as we arrive at...
An appropriate name since it seems to continue
It is so loud we cannot hear each other speak.
But it doesn't matter since we are awed into silence
by the magnificence of the show
and the powerful sound of raging waters.
We hike up to the top of the waterfall.
Where we finally catch our breath.
Nick is noticeably relieved.
We are now on top of the gorge looking down where we have just hiked.
It is quiet.
The peace of this tranquil setting is soft, a startling contrast
from the hard sound of water crashing over stone.
The trail heads gently downward through the forest.
Both of my children stop breathing as
this motorized trail maintenance crew heads our way.
Who would have believed...!
Weston decided on the spot that this was the job for him.
Nick is wiped out by our hair raising adventure and needs a break.
We stop for a snack.
The woods is filled with interesting trees.
Weston is surprised how the branches of this tree look like arms,
as they catch the large tree
and stop it from falling.
Perhaps symbolic of our family struggles.
He decides that this is a good spot to dig for gold.
Remember doing this as a kid?
He is certain he will find a large, golden nugget.
Up ahead are a series of smaller waterfalls and scenic vistas.
We follow the Pemigewasset River.
Until we reach Liberty Gorge.
Nick is much calmer and now enjoying the show.
Liberty Gorge empties into this spectacular view.
This is called The Pool.
It was formed 25,000 years ago.
The cliffs are 80 feet high.
The water in the basin 40 feet deep.
My photo does not do this incredible view justice.
If you look toward the top of this photo,
you will see the wooden railings of the walkway where we are headed.
This gives you an idea of just how high up we are.
Notice also, there are no people, we are alone in the wilderness.
Nick enjoying the view.
Weston is also calmed by our surroundings.
We head past The Pool.
And toward a covered bridge.
We are overwhelmed by the view.
This is looking off the bridge toward The Pool.
View from the other side of the bridge.
We cross the bridge.
The wooden railings at the top of the photo
is where Nick was standing while he was viewing Liberty Gorge.
Water entering The Pool.
If you look at the top of this photo you will finally see some people.
This helps give you some perspective of how small they look 80 feet up.
There are a few more scenic vistas.
Until we finally arrive back here where we started.
This is the other side of the Glacial Boulder.
Doesn't Nick look small....and happy?
The scenic journey was exhilarating and rejuvenating, giving us all exactly what we needed. Nicholas found his courage, Weston his quiet. Pete was relieved to let go much of his work stress and me, I found my center, absorbing the natural and peaceful energy of this beautiful setting.
Oh yeah, and after the hike we headed out for lunch at a restaurant that just happened to have one of these.
We sat right in front of it.