This past weekend I was in Hunter, New York, which is a ski town that’s a little bit dead and nicely quiet in the summer. Hunter is in the Catskills, where the story of Rip Van Winkle was set (despite the fact that Irving had never actually been there before he wrote it).
The parking for Kaaterskill Falls is on a curvy, steep mountain road. There is no curb on the walk to the trail head. It’s a shit show, by which I mean really dangerous. The hike is an easy half a mile walk, a little slippery if it has been wet. It goes along the river marked by numerous small waterfalls.
The falls are a complete contrast to the anticlimactic climb. In fact, the two tiers together are taller than Niagara! I highly recommend this adventure, it’s easily accessible and incredibly beautiful. I couldn’t leave without wading into the water and cooling off in the mist.