That's a nice photo of Cumberland Falls, 41102.
When I was about 17, I had two buddies, one of whom was a little wild and the other one who was trying to fly right - he even had a job he was conscientious about as opening manager at a local Roy Rogers franchise.
One Friday night we were out drinking, and the budding assistant manager says, "I'm going to take a nap in the back seat. Please get me up early so I can get ready for my shift."
My other buddy and I keep drinking, and after way too many beers get the idea that it'd be cool to see Cumberland Falls. Which was about 200 miles away. All we knew is it was south and we figured we could find it if we just headed in that direction.
So we drive through the night, with our buddy still sleeping in the back. We actually get to the park not far from the falls just about sunrise. The guy in the back wakes up, and we tell him we're at a local park, Campbell County lake, and we're just going to take a short stroll then we'll get him home.
You can hear the falls roaring well before we get there and the guy is looking puzzled. Finally there it is: this magnificent falls. And our buddy stares for a second and says, "I've been to this park many times, but I don't remember that water falls."
We had to break the bad news to him that we weren't at the local lake and he wasn't getting to his job. He took it pretty well, called in sick, and we actually had a pretty nice time.