Rocky Fork is named for the rushing river running through the park. It is a park full of water, with many streams feeding into the creek. The deep gorge creates cool shade much of the day, and year. Even when hiking there in summer it can feel quite cool, a place that makes its own climate.
Whenever I go there, I instantly soak in the wonderful peace. There are no sounds other than the rushing waters and birdsong. Because of the enormous size of the park, there is a true feeling of wilderness. Right now spring rains have filled the creek, and it rushes through the forest tumbling with a noisy chatter over the namesake rocks. Sometimes I pause just to listen, trying to decipher the conversation between rock and river, a language stretching back to times I can only imagine. If I listen long enough, I can hear the deep quiet of this roaring river.