After filling our truck with firewood (passed a local nursery that had kiln dried wood at a good price), we ventured out to a secluded area to Pothole Falls. It was located near a bridge. What we didn't realize is after passing through a beautiful valley beneath the face of Whiteside Mountain, we had to access the waterfall via a gravel road. The road itself was riddle with potholes. We joked with each other that maybe that is why the falls were named this. We were on this road for quite some time, but eventually found the falls.
The best view was actually from atop the single lane wooden bridge. They do in fact look like a bunch of potholes! We were wrong in our assumption as to how they arrived at the name.
They had a path that led you down to the edge. The closer you got, the less the effect of the potholes was seen.
Looking toward the bridge.
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