Happy hiking dog

Happy hiking dog. The Hole in the Rock. Fallsville, AR


Sometimes you need to do something sorta special, something different. Sometimes you’re limited by location, timing or budget. That’s when you take a look at all the beautiful things around you, the things in your own backyard that you’ve never seen or done. And you pick one.

Stand in a waterfall on my 44th birthday?

Drink champagne while sitting on a rock next to my dog and listening to the sounds of nature?

Why, yes. I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.

So Henri and I set out on June 3rd, 2015 for an hour and half drive and a short hike. Only, I forgot that the liquor store wouldn’t be open at 9 am.

Finding ‘The Hole in the Rock’, as the locals call it, is no easy task. Even if you have directions and think you know where it is, unless you’ve been there it’s a little hard to find. Typing ‘Glory Hole Falls’ into Google maps won’t help much either, but it’ll get you close. Explore the Ozarks has about the best directions.

Here’s what you need to know: It’s located along AR 16 W/AR 21 S. It’s between Cassville Baptist Church and what looks like a lumber yard. I was sure I was in the right vicinity when I drove past the lumber yard. So, I turned around and pulled in for directions.

My arrival was announced by three dogs all barking excitedly at my car. Luckily, I’m a fairly knowledgeable dog trainer and based on the body language of the dogs, I determined them to be friendly. I followed the loud buzzing sound to the sawmill area and got out. Of course, I greeted the dogs first. As I pet them, a gentleman with a warm smile approached. I was clearly lost.

Just as I began to say, “I’m looking for the Glor…” He held up his hand and stopped me.

“Two things,” he said. “First, it’s not the Glory Hole. Folks ‘round here call it ‘The Hole in the Rock’. That’s what it’s been for a hundred years, and it wasn’t the Glory Hole until some fancy photographer came out here, took some pictures, and put it in his book.” I laughed.

That photographer was Tim Ernst, by the way, and you can find much better photos than mine in his book, Arkansas Waterfalls.

“Second thing,” he said. “It’s right down there.” He pointed to indicate the direction I should go. “Pull out of here, go that-away and it’s exactly three miles down the road on the right.”

K's Country Kitchen

K’s Country Kitchen

All the directions you can Google will tell you to look for some big red barn with a white ‘E’ painted on the side of it. Maybe I’m just oblivious, but I never saw it.

However, the place where you park, about a one car wide by maybe five cars long strip of gravely dirt, is located directly across the street from the ‘K’s Country Kitchen’ sign.

They call it a Jeep road, because it certainly isn’t an Avalon road, and if your car is very low to the ground you will likely bottom out going from black top to parking.



We hopped out of the car, and while I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and applied bug spray, Henri ran off to potty. He came back with three ticks crawling on his leg, so I sprayed him too.

You’ll walk (or drive if you’ve got a 4WD) along the Jeep road for about a ¼ mile. There, the road splits. Go to the right. The day we went, there was a big piece of plywood leaned against a tree. I think it’s supposed to be some sort of bulletin board, but there wasn’t anything useful or legible printed on it. It’s a good marker, but I wouldn’t count on it to be there in the future. If you drove, from this point you’ll have to walk.

The roadbed is steep, but maintains a pretty easy, clearly marked walking trail. It’s about 1 mile to the top of the bluff line that overlooks the falls.

If it’s been raining, you’ll hear the sounds of Dismal Creek running over the rocks before you see it. Once at the bluff line, you can see where the creek has drilled a hole through the rock, hence the name.

The real majesty, however, is beneath that hole.

There isn’t really a trail. You’ll just have to make your way down the hill. It’s steep, rocky, and in places the rocks are very wet, mossy and slick (water shoes would be awesome for this). Smaller dogs might need to be carried, and bigger dogs should be very agile, as should the people. You might even want a walking stick. It’s tricky. I had to work to find a route that I thought was safe for Henri.

The Hole in the Rock cave

The Hole in the Rock cave

If you can make your way down, it is ABSOLUTELY WORTH IT!

The water is stunningly clear, and the fall is just amazing. If you’ve never stood in the middle of a waterfall, I highly recommend it. I’m not sure it’s a feeling I can adequately describe.

Cold. Refreshing.

Cleansing to the soul.

Henri thought it was just one big shower, and wanted none of it.


We copped a squat on a rock and stayed at the fall for quite sometime. It’s worth just sitting, staring, and listening. I wish I’d remembered that champagne, or thought about a picnic lunch. It’s the perfect place for that.

After a while, we decided to make our way back up the hill. I cannot stress to you how up the hill the hill seemed. My ego does not prevent me from admitting that we walked slowly and stopped more than once.

In all we only encountered about 15 people and one dog on our trip, but it was in the middle of the week. My guess is this very popular hole made famous, is much more crowded on the weekends or after a good rain. Henri and I will definitely go back in the fall when the leaves change, if not sooner, and again in the winter when the ice is forming. Ok. Maybe we won’t actually go in the winter. Someone send me pictures.

To view all the photos from this adventure, visit our album on Facebook.


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