There was a thing on our wish list of stuff to do on our second honeymoon on Maui… and it didn’t seem like it would be too hard to achieve… No, not that, get your minds out of the gutter… We wanted to swim under a waterfall in the jungle, and maybe even get behind it… And we sure found a lot of waterfalls…

Some of them were too dangerous because the rivers were swollen by the heavy rains and threatened by flash floods. Some waterfalls were just wrong for swimming under. That one right there is just too close to the rocks…
But that waterfall, which fed another waterfall on the other side of that pool, had more waterfalls further up the stream… so we walked up that way… and I took a picture of the top of that waterfall…

And then, we saw this…

There it was, luring us towards it, the waterfall of our dreams…

It had a perfect pool below it to swim in, it fell gently, like a spring rain… hey, seriously… that is what a spring rain is like on Maui…

Ahhh… stupid camera… or cell phone… or whichever does the pictures with the faded colors… but look at that sexy waterfall… oh yeah… we could get behind that one…

Our dreams were going to come true… I was all ready, I had my goofy adventure all-terrain shoes on… and swim shorts… You might remember the following picture from my funny post about my feet on vacation… I was actually starting to wade into the water… I was going for it…

I turned around to see what was taking my wife so long… she had stopped to take some more pictures… (which reminds me that when I go through her photos, we might have to start the whole vacation all over again… HA!)… and I took this picture of my wife crossing the stream behind me…

Okay… simmer down… I am not married to Big Foot… but if she refuses to be in my blog, I have to cover up the pictures of her somehow, right? Well, right after I took that picture, she slipped and skinned her knee. And we had been warned about parasites and jungle germs and not to swim in the rivers with an open cut… so we couldn’t do it.
We cleaned her up with stuff from the first aid kit and then, somewhat reluctantly, we left the jungle. Don’t feel bad for us. It wasn’t a bad scrape, and you aren’t really on vacation unless you get some action/adventure minor injuries… like those sores on my feet from the swim fins I showed you in my funny foot post.
And this means that we have to back someday, right?