This was our third trip to Rock Island this year, and all three times have been completely different experiences. Being the middle of December, and in the mid 70's I knew that it couldn't just be another weekend of sitting at home. Instead, we had a great time running through the water, cliff jumping, and relaxing on the rocks talking about our dreams.
Rock Island's water was extremely low, and most the trees were already bare, but the beauty was undeniable. This place had never felt more appropriately named as Rock Island than this trip. Out with my fellow explorers, Rafi (@ilyansiebur) and Sam (@sam_frawley), we didn't even go to the Twin Falls, but spent more time chatting and getting to know each other's dreams. This is was Nashville Explorers Club is all about.