Last month, Mom and I went to Wells Hill Park in Fayetteville, TN to hang out with friends. The last time we saw them was right before the COVID-19 pandemic started. We arrived at the park before them and waited in excitement. Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait long. They arrived a couple of minutes after us. In the parking lot, we all excitedly greeted each other with long-overdue hugs and immediately started to talk. We moved our conversation to the adjacent pavilion where we savored delicious Crumbl cookies. Yum! There is no such thing as a favorite Crumbl cookie because they are all way too yummy.
I wish we were Hansel and Gretel because we needed a cookie crumb trail to follow since it was a bit hard to tell where the actual trail was at first. So instead, we walked in the mostly dry creek bed. As we wandered through the creekbed, my friend and I talked about books, school, and our new friends. Along the way, we saw flowers here and there scattered on the bank. We were so engrossed in our conversation about the Hunger Games series that we almost got separated from our moms. It was fortunate our moms were keeping an eye on us and alerted us to come back. We reunited with them by following a branch of the creek bed where it rejoined the trail.
They stopped us in the creekbed in order to take a picture. That’s when things went awry. While we stood in the creekbed surrounded by the high bank, my friend heard a hissing sound near us and yelled ‘Snake!’. We both immediately darted to safety (next to our moms) on the path. We were scared, but mostly startled. The snake was only a couple of feet away from us and didn’t look venomous. Just like us, the snake darted to safety, but not to its mom. It was also scared, but mostly startled. I hope it knew humans aren’t venomous.
After our reptilian encounter, we turned left at a bench on the trail. Soon after that, the trail became challenging where it crossed a small ravine. Our friends aren’t experienced hikers, so we all decided to go back the way we came and turned right at the bench instead. We did not regret going this way. Along the trail, we saw a giant patch of trilliums and other flowers, which were all gorgeous. The trilliums we saw weren’t exactly common. In fact, the specific species that we found, the sweet white trillium, is actually quite rare. For more information on the sweet white trillium, click the link here.
We continued past the beautiful trilliums and heard the sound of falling water. To me, it sounded like a loud, fast-paced pattering. When we heard this, we knew it was a waterfall. We looked down and saw a creek. Unfortunately, if we wanted to get to the creek, we would have to go down a slippery, muddy, and wet slope. Thankfully, there was a handline, which is basically a rope used to help someone climb. Using the handline, we slowly and carefully inched down the hill one at a time. After finally reaching the bottom, we walked a short bit and saw a pretty, tiered waterfall. Despite all of the bugs, the falls were still beautiful. After our moms were done taking pictures and my friend and I finished singing “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” from Encanto, we went back up the muddy hill singing “I Want It That Way”. After we finished singing, my friend and I started to talk about more music that we love. After a little bit, we started to chat about school, and before long, we were back at the parking lot. We sadly had to say bye, but we promised to hike together again in the future.
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