Selfies, dinosaurs, and an alternate dimension waterfall

On my flight back to NYC, the girl next to me was taking selfies of herself.  On an airplane.  By herself.  Not with an interesting window view as a backdrop or something -- no, just the grey seat.  As soon as we landed, she went on to Facebook and started posting them.  Is that what I'm supposed to be doing with social media?  I always have been slow to catch on to trends....  I didn't take any selfies to commemorate my trip, but I do have a picture of a dude playing a bagpipe on the beach at sunset.  And of a waterfall scavenger hunt where my parents and I found seven waterfalls in one day.  And of my parents on the beach together watching a beautiful sunset the week of their wedding anniversary. That's as good as a selfie, right?  .... But as I sat there in judgment, I realized I actually do take selfies -- they're just of a different kind.  My version of "selfies" are in the handful of "Notes" I write in my iPhone every day in the moment as something is happening, and in my play-by-play texts I send when I feel the need to share -- in numerous immediate details -- whatever I'm seeing or experiencing... like the 15 texts I sent to my mom on this flight about how selfie-girl was coughing so I turned away from her but the guy on my other side hadn't showered and stunk, and then the flight attendant announced our delay over the loudspeaker sounding like he was auditioning to be the voice of a serial killer on the phone in a horror film and then he farted when he gave me my snack....

Those are my selfies.  So before I go back to the world of Starbucks and delayed trains and noisy, stinky crowds, here is a literary selfie from my waterfall scavenger hunt with my parents in Canada: 

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Ever since I first saw Jurassic Park years ago, when I'm hiking I tend to like to pretend that I'm hiking in Jurassic Park with dinosaurs on the loose.... Totally dorky, I know, but that's just where my mind goes, despite the fact that there's obviously nothing at all to actually suggest the presence of dinosaurs.  But today, walking in the Canadian woods, my parents and I came across a pair of hiking boots scattered across the trail... just the boots.  Kinda weird, right?  Who loses their hiking boots while hiking?  My mom jokingly suggested that either a velociraptor or Indominus Rex had eaten someone and left only the shoes....  That explanation works for me.  Then about 50 feet later, we came across a giant pile of dung on the side of a trail -- far larger than that of a cow, a horse, or a bear.... And then later, carved in the dirt on the trail, were the words "LOOK UP."  I did, half expecting to see blood dripping from the leaves.  Fortunately, I saw nothing but treetops.

Then there was the couple we ran into on a trail coming from the direction in which we were headed (while in search of waterfall #7) who said they had walked for miles in that direction and had given up on finding the supposed waterfall....  We thanked them, and after looking for an alternate trail, we finally proceeded anyway in the direction from which they had come.... We walked about 50 feet before hearing the waterfall, and three minutes later, there it was.  WHAT ALTERNATE DIMENSION WERE THEY IN?!?!

I'm thinking this hike might have been more in the Blair Witch forest than in Jurassic Park.