My husband drove somewhere for his job last week and in the process drove over a bridge in Michigan. To the left was an old railroad bridge, below he caught a glimpse of water. Obviously, he dragged me up there to have a look. The place is called Agate Falls, and I am so very glad he dragged me up there.
First of all, the bridge over the highway is pretty.
From where we parked, there were two options – walk down to the falls, or walk up to the unknown. Obviously we went with the unknown. It led to the train trestle over the water. This bridge is higher than the highway, which you will see in a minute.
I would like to mention how loud the waterfall is, even before you get to the bridge. It freaked me out a smidge. But I did it, I walked out onto the bridge. (It’s now part of a snowmobile trail, hence the lack of train track.)
There’s the waterfall! All the way down there!
And there’s the highway! I somehow managed not to crap myself.
After that, we headed back to the falls. There is a viewing platform built, but the view from there is not the best. You can see a trail that goes under the viewing platform and off into the woods. We followed that and scrambled down the hill to the bottom.
The view was worth the scramble.
The bridge from below.
After viewing the falls (I popped a lung on the way back up that hill, FYI. I forget that hiking in the U.P. is nothing but hills.) we crossed the highway and looked at the Ontonagon River before it hits the falls.
Agate Falls was definitely worth the trip.
See you later!