Las 7 Cascadas

We went on one of our favorite local outings this weekend, to a beautiful spot called Las 7 Cascadas, a series of seven waterfalls located outside of La Maná, with the highlight up at the top between waterfalls six and seven: a natural rock formation that makes a natural water slide, flowing from a deep pool carved by the seventh waterfall. As Jonah remarked, sitting on the rocks poolside, "Mama, nature is so amazing. It made a perfect waterfall with a pool for jumping, a perfect water slide for sliding, and a perfect pool for swimming."

Brynna totally enjoyed swimming in the shallow pool at the bottom, I was in heaven in the upper pool under the crashing waterfall, and the boys (Paul included) went innumerable times down the slide. The only negative part is the evil little black biting flies that are really good at finding bare flesh and don't seem turned off by insect repellent. Thank goodness for long-sleeve shirts and sarapes! Thanks also to Washo's truck, which allowed us to skip the quite steep hike up. On the hike back down, the boys found a perfect swinging vine. Such is life in the tropics.

Big leaves, they are a thing here, everywhere, but they never get old

Pele heading down the natural water slide

This is the 7th cascada, my favorite pool to swim in. So beautiful!

A random hike vine find. Dillon is catching air!

Lucia and Jeryko enjoying lunch

Jeryko, Dillon and Arial. Trip #999 down the falls

Sandi and Domenica enjoying panchitos

Hiking back

Cool refreshing river water, Paul and Jonah

Yes, more panchitos


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  1. AnonymousSeptember 1, 2022 at 8:48 PM

    Natural rock slide = great fun. Sequoia national park has a good one, and check out Hawaii.

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