Our first outing was to drive to the most westerly port--Meldrum Bay. On the way we spotted a crude sign that read, “ Bridal Veil Falls,” and a arrow pointing down a path. There was no parking lot, so we pulled off the road and took a hike. Walking along a path that traversed a level field gave no indication of waterfalls. Out of nowhere appeared a small stream cascading gently over a circular rim to disappear into a gorge. The flow was light and appeared like a semi transparent bridal veil. We climbed down so we could sit in the cool lacey mist. It was only a couple of days ago we expressed our desire to be cooling under a waterfall. After a short grateful break we pressed on westward.
At land’s end we found a small harbor. On a dock was a shelter that offered respite to sailors. It was crowded with seafarers who were laying to before a gathering storm. The skies were blackening and a stiff breeze picking up. Even in the harbor ,boats were being tossed about. We enjoyed a dinner in an inn run by a Hungarian couple, who provided ethic dishes. We enjoyed a good meal in preparation for a sleepless night. Camping was out of the question and only boat owners could stay in the dock shelter. We huddled down in the cab of our pickup and sat under a waterfall of a different nature all night. We were pelted with torrents of water and hail falling down from the heavens. By dawn, the storm blew out. We went in search of a place to spread out our gear to dry and spread ourselves out for a rest.