It just so happened that cousin J., who usually resides in Greensboro with her madre NCC, was going to be in the Sewanee area at the same time that I was visiting. This was not planned, but it was nice turn of events. I arrived in town on Monday evening, and on Tuesday afternoon I took J. to Greeter Falls and the Blue hole. these were two spots J. may have visited as a wee little lass, but she had no real recollection of visiting either. It was a murderously hot week for the most part, and the lack of any substantial amount of rain fall over the last month was worrisome. Worrisome in terms of crops and the world we live in of course ... but more importantly in terms of water falls actually falling, pool levels being properly deep and the overall temperature listing towards bracing instead of boiling. In previous years I have found Greeter Fallsto generally be in a flowing state. But this time around it pretty fallow as far as water flow. The water was significantly lower than in any previous year, receded far enough from its usual outposts as to unearth entirely new rocks to my eyes. The falls weren't falling as much as slightly trickling. And that trickle was not the mountain stream coldness you might hope for on such a hot day, but more like bath water. Nonetheless, I swam and there were enough spots in the pool that were cool that I didn't mind all the aforementioned drawbacks. Here is a photograph of me enjoying the water. I know my face is washed out, but you'll just have to trust that it is actually me.