Since I was lucky to have some good weather days at Plitvice I decided to head out early the next morning for Split. I knew that there was another National Park on the way so I decided to take a detour and visit Krka National Park.
I arrived in a cute port town named Sibenik. Krka is deep inside a lush mountainous area so you need to take a 30 minute ferry ride to the entrance of the park.
The ferry was very nice and the views were great along the way so I had my hopes up that I was going to be in for a special treat. 
Well, suffice it to say, this was my least favorite part of the trip. Within 5 minutes of me being there I wanted to leave. The park was extremely busy and filled with local teenagers all sunbathing all over the place and blocking the walkways taking selfies. They had trampled all the grass down to just dirt and it was like 400 school buses all showed up at the same day and time. Yuck!
I was super hungry – which, if you know me, never helps – and there was only one option for food and there were 300!! orders ahead of me.
Anyway, since I had made the trek up the river, I figured I may as well move away from the entry gate and see if it got better as I moved along. As far as I can tell, the only worthwhile part of the park could be seen in about a 45 minute boardwalk loop around one giant waterfall; which admittedly was beautiful. 
At the start of the loop I passed by a small church dedicated to St. Nicholas.
As I continued on, I started noticing some of the smaller things about the park. There were some pretty interesting flowers; which I think were a type of water orchid or iris.
Fluttering around were these bright blue butterflies or aphids. I tried to capture them with the camera but they were too quick!
I walked passed a guy laying on his belly and photographing what looked like just some murky water. At closer look, I realized he was photographing a bunch of tiny frogs who made the loudest sound; far larger than you would expect for their size.
One of the last things I noticed along the boardwalk; which everyone else walked past was what seemed like just some overturned dirt. Having just learned about how wild boars root for truffles at the base of oak trees, I realized I was looking at a recent foraging from the boar. It took all the control in the world to not leave the boardwalk and start searching for more truffles! On that note, I decided to leave the park and continue my trip down to Split.