Come see my potato patch...

Those were the words that I heard from my best friend and sister in-law one fine day, so I headed over dressed in my mud boots and sweat pants because I oh-so-sillily assumed that this would be just a quick visit. When I got there we headed up to see this potato patch in the back of their house and we then decided to walk the old logging trail behind there house. We soon came to the end of te trail but noticed a animal path off to the side and decided to follow it, which led us to a steep hill side which we decided would be worth shimmying down to get to the river below. When we finally got down there it was like stepping into a fairy tale forrest with moss covered trees and all sorts of little waterfalls. Calli and I started following the river and eventually came to a waterfall that was roughly 20 feet high or so. At this time we had already hiked about an hour and were not about to turn around but up on walking to the edge of the waterfall we promptly realized that the only way down was a devil's club infested hill, a tricky terrain to traverse indeed. It took us another 1/2 hour or so of us not being quite sure where we were at exactly before coming to the road a few miles from Calli and Jesse's house. We spent the rest of our jouney home giggling about how our husbands would probably be less than happy about our decision to hike a river to no where upwind from any possible bears, but at least we were on an island and getting lost would have been slightly more difficult. The moral of this little adventure is however dress for a hike if your friend ever asks you to check out her potato patch... Does this look like a potato patch to you?!?!?!