After a short walk we found the top of the falls.
Then we walked down to the lower falls that opened up to a large blue hole.
It was only about 70 degrees outside and the water was very cold. I didn't brave the cold, but Dustin stripped down to his undies and dove in. It was crystal clear water.
The sign below was by the swimming hole. It has seen better days, but still made me laugh.
|After his polar-bear dip!|
|Up the ridge|
The drive home took us through some small mountain villages. Here they have already planted the rice. By hand, each piece. The Japanese call this time hanataue or rice planting. There are festivals celebrating a traditional folk ritual of prayers to the Shinto rice god. We didn't attend any of the festivals this weekend, but seeing all the fields and knowing all the labor that goes into it was pretty amazing.