Ok, so this is a mediocre waterfall by any standard, but it's a lead in to a little story. At Black Rock Mountain State Park, I went on a little hike to a waterfall not unlike this one, and noticed lots of strange synchronicities. First, I heard someone use a baseball reference, which I noted as city folk bringing their home with them into nature. Then I saw an actual softball randomly on the trail. Finally, I saw an abandoned baseball bat at one of those little outdoor auditorium areas where rangers give their talks. Hmm. Ok, not too weird. Maybe I'm just proud of myself for remembering each of these isolated observations and tying them together in a cohesive theme. Then, minutes later, after I hiked down to the falls, I had the song, My Proud Mountains by Townes Van Zandt (my guy) going through my head. The lyrics that passed through my mind at the moment I looked at the falls were "Rivers like gypsies, down her black canyons fall". The song is also about Colorado, which is where I last saw a sign for the continental divide. Well it just so happens that this State Park is on the Eastern Continental Divide. Hmmm, the plot thickens. Then, as I sat pondering the book I had been reading, the Dharma Bums by Keroac, I looked over and the words "Dharma Bum" were carved into the railing. WTF??? weird and wild stuff.