Our trusty guide, J.J.

I'm ignoring the urge to bitch some more and finally following through on the camping story.


Let me start about by saying that take everything the GPS says with a grain of salt. At one point we ended up traveling down a dirt road (in a minivan) because the GPS said it was CR-28 and that the actual CR-28 was not a road at all. It also dead-ended us in someone's driveway later.

We did make it to the proper location after a lot of getting lost, taking a route way more complex than needed and pulling up next to a run down shack in the middle of some guy's own personal junk yard with like ten hunting dogs.

Rather than tell about the whole weekend in great detail, I'm going to just talk about one aspect of this trip: J.J.

J.J. was a little dog that met us in the parking turn-off and led us down the trail to the falls. She kept up with us the whole way (stopping to piss and shit) and then led us past the falls and to a clearing suitable for camping. There was already a fire pit built and some fire wood gathered. We can only assume J.J. prepared for our arrival.

She followed us back up to the falls. She ran around the [fucking cold] water while we swam and followed James and I up the rocks partially.


After we returned to the campsite we fed J.J. and she ran off and disappeared. We wondered where she had gotten off to. Then on the hike back the next day as we neared the parking turn off and family came hiking down accompanied by J.J.

After seeing us greet the dog a member of the family looked at us and said, "Do you know who he belongs to?"

"No, but she'll led you to the falls and show you a good place to camp."