Leon Turnbull Photography

Well we just got back from our summer vacation to Canada. No waterfalls seen up there, though not for lack of trying.

It was just me and the kids visiting my family up there, as my wife had to stay home this year, unfortunately. On one day, we decided to go up to the top of magnificent Old Glory, myself, my sister Tania, brother in law Lynal, son Jadon (13), and niece Hannah (13). It is the highest and most prominent peak in the Rossland Range area, 7800 ft. high. The hike is about 6.5 miles one way up, with a gain of 3200 ft. (actually 3700 ft. total elevation was hiked due to one annoying downward stretch). Jadon thought it was a lot more difficult than our recent Eastern Sierra hike, though I did not think so (but it is too difficult to compare the two hikes because they are not similar). Hannah, meanwhile, essentially ran up and down the mountain once she got going (she did not want to go at first). There were quite a few wildflowers still out on the mountain, though definitely past peak. It would be awesome when the flowers are in full bloom up there. I had a tiny bit of cloud cover so I managed to get this photo (handheld, no tripod – shame on me). Once at the top, we all enjoyed the glorious views around us: the ski hill on one side, Nancy Greene Lake on another, the city of Trail on another, and a huge cliff on the last side. Both Jadon and Hannah ran down the mountain together getting way ahead of the rest of us, which was highly disturbing to us, especially since they went the wrong way down. We were going to take a short cut, but they did not wait for us at the junction, and ended up going down the very long way. But we had no idea which way they went, so while Tania and Lynal went down the short way, I went the long way, running down the trail to catch up to them. I eventually caught up to them. I was not pleased, I had not wanted to hike 13 miles that day. Did they not know this was grizzly bear and cougar territory? Ah, teenagers. What can you do?

On the way down, I saw one old timer hiking up the mountain. He was not going the long, easy way around to the top (which is along the ridge on the south side). Instead he was going straight up the east face (the one seen in this photo). It looked crazy and far too cliffy to me when I examined it but he insisted there was a good route up that way. Yeah, right. Ok good luck with that old man. I think I might try it some day, though. Ha!

Old Glory was initially named (likely) by Americans back in the Gold Rush days in the late 1800s. In those days, Americans thought British Columbia was going to become part of the Union. It did not, of course. Nonetheless, I have always loved the name of this mountain. It seems so appropriately named, being the most prominent and magnificent peak in the region. It looks so old and majestic and alone. From 1944-68 it was the site of the highest weather station in the world. These incredible men lived up on top of the mountain year round. You can see some remains of the house, but not very much is left. I just cannot imagine being up there in the cold deep winter, or during a summer lightning storm. It is pure nuts. I am currently reading a book called (strangely enough) Old Glory, written by one of these men, Ron Walker. It is a fascinating and humorous history of the mountain, and highly recommended, especially if you are an old Rosslander, like myself.

Once we all safely (and without being eaten by a grizzly) got back down to the car, we were all very happy to go to the Colander in Trail for dinner. Simply put: the best spaghetti on Earth. Yumm!

We got back at it a couple days after Bear Creek, and next up was Beaver Falls, another one I really like going to. Tara came with me again. This was surprising, especially since I almost did her in at Bear Creek. She’s amazing.

Beaver Falls is a very easy hike. One mike along the rail road tracks. Very flat. No problem. Right? Not so much when there is snow on the ground. It was deep enough to make that easy mike hike quite difficult. We should’ve had snow shoes. We did not. Tara was cursing me once again.

The bears seemed to like the snow, however. We saw a few of their prints, including some from cubs that seemed to be playing along the railroad tracks. Aren’t they supposed to be sleeping in January? It is just so darn warm out, even the bears don’t know what to do. Did you hear about the one that was on the Lake Tahoe ski hill recently with all the skiers? Crazy.

Once at the top of the waterfall it is a steep and potentially deadly descent to the bottom. Tara wisely chose to stay at the top and wait. Actually, it is not that difficult. Even the bears went down to the bottom. Only the very last part down to creek level is particularly steep and there is not much in the way of hand holds, but I slid my way down safely.

Beaver Falls was rockin with snow melt. It is odd that Bear Creek was at a lower flow and Beaver Falls was at such a high flow. At this time of year, Beaver Falls should be low and iced over, but the warm weather has caused the snow to melt early, and Beaver Falls was going off crazy! This also made it especially difficult, actually impossible, to get right up close to the waterfall. The creek bed was coming right up to the side, and the snow cover over it was extremely sketchy. If you sink through that snow into the creek, you are in big doo-doo. But with the cliff blocking the view, you cannot otherwise even see the waterfall without getting into the middle of the creek. That is a big dilemma. I managed to make my way out onto a slippery rock and pluck my tripod as far out into the creek as I could reach it to take this photo. I got my boots slightly wet, but they are waterproof, so no damage done.

While I was down at the bottom, a train came by on the railroad tracks. The railroad goes right over the waterfall, and you can see the bridge from the bottom. I took video of it passing by overhead. Stay tuned for that Waterfall Madman adventure (I am SOOOO behind in my videos). Then on the hike back to the car, the same train came back and we had to boogie over to the side and wait for it to pass us. The conductor waved at us as he went by. In all the times I have been there before, I have never seen a train. In fact, I thought the tracks were out of commission, as I think I heard that from someone. Obviously not.

We just returned from a very nice and much needed week long vacation to Canada to visit my family. It’s always nice to go up there to play in the snow and partake of great food (thanks Mom and the Colander). I always seem to gain ten pounds when I go home to Canada. Nonetheless I still do get lots of exercise.

My new favorite waterfall up there is Bear Creek Falls. I found it last year, a gorgeous 63 ft high falls hidden in a difficult and remote canyon but yet it is so very close to the city. This year I wanted to bring my wife Tara along. I told her it was short and easy. Well I thought I remembered it being fairly easy anyway. Except for the very steep descent, traversing the dangerous cliffs, and battling through the difficult brush. Doesn’t that sound easy to you? Well for some reason my wife didn’t think so. She made it to the waterfall however. And she didn’t throw me off the cliff in exasperation either. Bonus.

There was more snow on the ground this time and also more snow covering the waterfall. This is odd because BC is also in a drought this year. Well maybe not a drought but they are well below average in snowfall this year. It is awfully sad in the entire northwest. Poor California is in the worst shape of all of them. So I’m not really sure why there seemed to be more snow at Bear Creek Falls (yet less water flow in the creek). I think the snow made the hike even harder than last time. Sorry Tara.

I was able to get a bit closer to the waterfall this time by treading over the ice to get up to the big log crossing in front of the falls (see last year’s photo on my website). All the while I was sure hoping the snow would not give under my feet. That would’ve been bad, but the snow held up and I got my photo. It was a very enjoyable winter day.

All right so this one is a bit interesting. This little waterfall is not really something that I would include on my website. It is 20 ft. high, but is disqualified because it is not on a named stream. It is just a little side stream and cascade. Yet it does flow for much of the year, even in winter of all the silly things. It is not a named waterfall of course or otherwise documented elsewhere. So I believe that means I have naming rights to it. Hoo Hoo.

Thus my name for this little thing is Gladys Falls, in honour of my mother. It is, after all, in her very backyard (practically). It is found along a new little trail that begins immediately below my mother’s property in Rossland BC. And she is the first one (that I know of) that photographed it. So are there any objections? Good, I thought not.

I went down here with Tara and my dog Kaya one day. Kaya just loves Grandma’s house in Rossland in the winter, she loves the snow and loves going for walks in the snow (even if it is deep!). She did not want to leave with us when we were on our way to drive home, she wanted to stay at Grandma’s house (I am not kidding). She just abhors the car rides now (and of course, it is a 800 mile drive to my mother’s house!). This is not good for her at all. She used to be so much better when she was younger and did not mind the car rides. Not so anymore, and this was the worst year ever for her. She basically just gets so stressed in the car the entire time we are driving, and not much we can do about it. Poor old girl. I think her days of going to Grandma’s house in Rossland are over, unless we can figure out a solution. Maybe give her a couple beers before the drive. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

On my way back from Moyie Falls, I called my wife back at the ranch to see if she or anyone else wanted to go with me quickly to Marysville Falls. My sister lives only a few minutes away from this 45 ft. high cascade in the middle of the town of Marysville. It is a short and easy walk to get to it. But we had to move very quickly. I could tell the sun was on the verge of coming out from hiding. The race was on. Could I get there in time? Doo doo doo doo.

Tara was the only one that wanted to come, so we drove into town, parked, and started down the trail. Actually, I ran ahead. I had only minutes, perhaps just seconds to take my photo of the waterfall.

At the overlook, the snow was deep, and I struggled to get my tripod set up in a stable position. Ugh! That sun is coming! I could not get it set. My wife arrived and offered to help, by holding the tripod in position while I took my photos. It seemed to work, but when I got home to examine my photos, I see that did not work as well as I thought. There was still movement from the tripod, and most of my photos did not turn out. I do thank her for trying to help, however. I took the best of the photos, and managed to work it enough to get it processed. It is okay, but I think it could be better.

The interesting thing about this waterfall is all the snow and ice around it. It is quite amazing. On the way back up the trail, we passed quite a few people coming down to see the falls. Now that the sun was out, I guess everyone thought it would be good to come down and see it (and photograph it in crappy lighting conditions I suppose). Anyway, it was a fun outing.

We returned to the house and after lunch, went to the arena to watch my niece Hannah in her figure skating practice. I keep telling her I want to see her do a triple lutz. She keeps laughing at me (she is ten). After this we went back home where my daughter got to ride one of the horses. My sister has two horses on their ranch. One of them is a bit crazy. My brother in law said, she may be pretty but her heart is black (like the color of her fur/hair – do horses have hair or fur?) We did not ride that one. The other horse is older but much nicer, and Nekoda got to ride her around for a bit. She was extremely happy afterwards. Flying on air. Later that night, however, she realized she really could not fly when she took a nasty fall while trying out their treadmill (unbeknownst to any of the adults in the house). Poor little girl, she looked like she had been through the washing machine (literally). Fortunately it was nothing more serious than scrapes and bruises, and other than this we had a great time visiting our family in Canada this Christmas season.