We had a nice sleep in the carpark on the side of the road. In the morning, a man commented that we were a long way from home. How did he know we were from New Zealand? Then he commented on our number plates. “Are you from Michigan?” I told him we were from NZ and he was even more impressed.

Today we visited Mike’s sister again, and caught up with his nephew, Tony.

Just after lunch we headed to Cumberland Falls which was a 2 hour drive. It’s like a mini-Niagra falls and quite a few people were there.

We found a lovely camp ground about ten minutes away from the falls, surrounded by tall trees and forest. We were surprised it wasn’t full.

I was sitting in the van offloading the last few days of photos when a subaru towing a teardrop campervan sped through the campground. Shortly after, a banging crashing sound. Did they just crash? 

Mike and another couple ran over to check and the car and caravan had got over a ledge. Apparently they had driven ten hours to get to this campground and must have been quite tired. They’d gotten out of their car and forgotten to put on the handbrake and the car and caravan rolled over the edge. They were lucky a picnic table was in their way and stopped them going over the edge of a cliff. Even more lucky was that nobody was camping there. They poor cat was in the car when it went over.

That was our excitement for the day. Oh, and we were robbed. The washing mashine took our $1.50 and didn’t wash our clothes.

It would have been nice to stay for a couple of days, but there weren’t many hikes around the area.