Folie a Quatre- We found Split Rock Falls

So we picked Joe up from the train station and then broke the news that with just a slight detour we could find the fabled Split Rock Falls to which we had been searching. Joe was of course, up for it ( even though he was wearing black socks and khakis- city slicker!) , and we made our way to Route 9, toward 87, through New Russia. Our previous foibles were related to following intersection of 73 and 9N, not 73 and 9. We heard the rush of waters from the road and found them easily...and they were worth the wait!
It was not the warmest day and the water was f f f freezing but the swimming was incredible. I liked the multiple levels of swimming holes with each successive fall. The site hosted some tragedy through the years and was the only place we visited with a chain link fence. Just as we were leaving, a guy did a double summersault flip off the top of the falls into a narrow hole. It literally took my breath away. I am torn between the love of the local know-how and past-time to the realization that if he was off a few feet from his quest, we would have witnessed another tragedy. Nevertheless, for us city chickens,was a thrill just to splash around at the base of the falls and enjoy the pristine beauty.