My wife and I decided to do a Memorial Day Day Trip (technically that’s not a redundancy) to Clifty Falls State Park, near the charming historical town of Madison, Indiana. We last visited seven years ago. Why so long in returning? Well…
Clifty features four scenic waterfalls and lots of cliffs—hence the accurate but very silly name. The last time we visited, we hiked the Riverbed Trail, intending to see Big Clifty Falls from the bottom. Problem is, the Riverbed Trail–literally the riverbed–is full of rocks varying in size from that of a toaster to that of a medium-sized continent. So in order to hike it, you have to climb over a non-stop succession of boulders. Hence, at the start of the “trail” is a warning: “Extremely.” Extremely what? I found out when, about two minutes after I took the above photo, a boulder I was climbing over rotated, crushing my leg against another, resulting in permanent knee damage. It’s usually in check…
But yesterday, as Trudy and I were hiking, my “Clifty knee” began acting up. So we decided to err on the side of caution and just view Big Clifty from a lookout point on a nearby cliff. Using our new selfie stick, we stood with our backs to a protective stone barrier, the majestic falls behind us.
As we smiled, the selfie stick decided it didn’t appreciate my phone and summarily ejected it over the barrier onto a slope six feet below, where the cliff gets particularly clifty.
Oh, no! But aha! I fashioned an ingenious grabby device from a broken limb and reached to snag the phone. Result? The leaves it was resting on slid over the edge, taking my phone with them, everything landing on a stone ledge another ten feet below, in a place visited exclusively by owls.
I’ve tried calling the phone several times since. Just in case. So far, no answer. Although I’m half expecting it to suddenly connect, at which point I’ll say, “Hello, I’m the owner of this phone!” only to hear “Who?” in response.