My soles didn’t survive the hash. Good thing Josh managed to get proof of the missing soles.

 
So far we’ve been living up to the promise. We went snorkeling one Sunday afternoon, and last weekend we embarked on a quest to find a hidden waterfall. None of us had been to the Adelphi Waterfall before, so the probability of us getting lost was high.

Our trek started without incident, until we got to obstacle number one – the river. The river wasn’t wide, nor was it deep, neither was it flowing swiftly, and it was quite clear where we should cross, but we didn’t cross there. Instead, we walked down a bit to a part of the river that, while narrower, was full of rocks that supposedly lessened the chances of our shoes getting wet. The catch? This route involved a rock jump that my short legs just weren’t going to make. In went my shoes. This alternate route also required us to cross a few more streams, so after jumping over miniature gorges, we made our way back up to where we started, but on the other side of the river.

There isn’t an actual set trail or track leading to the waterfall, and most of the hike is through a farmer’s callaloo patch, but we suspected there were some other hikers in front of us, and judging from the trampled undergrowth, I determined we were on the right track. “Alyssa, how do you even know this?” the guys asked. “Because I actually read the Hunger Games instead of just looking at the movies!”