The only time I saw Snake River Falls was in 1967 when I was a sixth grader. It's one of my fondest childhood memories. There was a small cave behind the falls and we could walk behind the water.
It is truly a romantic place. A family from Fremont was also there and I fell in love with their daughter--but never saw or heard from her again. (Oddly, I later married a gal with the same name.)
I now live in Phoenix, but have never stopped hoping to go there again.