A Fairytale Falls for Two
Wow, what a weekend!
Waterfall Creek is the kind of place that makes you wonder if you stumbled into a dream or just got real damn lucky. The site sits along a stream in a gorge with a thirty-foot waterfall flowing down like some wild cathedral bell—loud, alive, and utterly hypnotic. Just outside Watkins Glen, but you almost don’t need to leave, because once you’re here it feels like your own private paradise. Nobody else stayed the night we were there, which only added to the spell. It was like being transported into a fairytale where even the caterpillars seemed friendly.
We car camped in our rooftop tent, lulled to sleep by the white noise of the falls, but there are two ground campsites perched even closer to the water—majestic spots that look like something ripped out of a storybook. There’s a rustic toilet on site, though we brought our own setup. No potable water, but grocery stores and gas stations are close enough to grab what you need before settling in.
Morning was coffee brewed beside the waterfall, staring at the remnants of glaciers carved into the gorge thousands of years ago. The kind of view that makes you pinch yourself every few minutes, thinking: Is this real? How lucky are we?
We didn’t want to leave. And we won’t stay away for long. This place is a gem—raw, perfect, and unforgettable.
Thank you, Ken, for sharing your beautiful piece of paradise with us.
Already looking forward to next time!
— Reeves and Moses