During the 1950s, our family vacation consisted of two weeks and most weekends being spent right above these falls. My father and his brother loved to fish in the New River, in the section in between Sandstone Falls and Brook Falls. We camped for free on railroad-owned land. While it was definitely primitive camping, I have wonderful memories of being there and while I haven't visited in a long time, I often go there in my mind. Thanks for the photographic trip to a favorite childhood place.
