Leon Turnbull Photography

I like surprises. At least I like surprise waterfalls. Surprise birthday parties not so much. This weekend I went to Slab Creek reservoir again. When I arrived at the parking area, I realized that my GPS was not working at all. I knew I had just charged the batteries so that should not be the issue, nonetheless I tried my backup batteries and they did not work either. What? The GPS was working perfectly fine just a couple days ago, and I know it was not dropped or anything. It just all of a sudden stopped working. Argh! Now it looks like I’m gonna have to buy a new one. Oh that is just peachy. Well, I did not think it was critical to have the GPS today. I wanted to see if I could hike up along the reservoir to Slab Creek inlet. However, I did not get very far. Not even past the dam. The reservoir was full so I definitely had no chance to hike up along the lake as I hoped to do. Strike one.

Next up was to try to get down to North Canyon Falls. This requires crossing the river below the dam. I don’t know why but I find this scary. What if they released water while I was on the wrong side of the river? Never mind that it would not happen. They keep the flow very constant and with no rain there would certainly be no release. Yet that reservoir sure looked very full. And why were the rocks all wet down below the dam if it hadn’t rained in a month? Hmmm. Anyway the river seemed too deep and fast to cross anyhow. Perhaps it could be done at the right spot but I was not motivated. I have to be motivated. Strike two.

I went up to photograph Iowa Canyon Falls next. I wasn’t really into doing this either. I already have a good shot of this falls but I figured I needed to get at least something this morning. There is too much prickly brush along the creek to get right up to the base of the falls (well, perhaps if I was motivated to do it!) so you need to climb up the bank and shoot the waterfall from a distance. I noticed that there were quite a lot of ticks in the grass but I was wary of them and I did not get any on me. Little freakin’ buggers. Ugh.

As I hiked back up to my car afterwards, bummed from a somewhat disappoingting morning thus far, I saw a trail going off the road and back down to the creek. Hmmm, that is interesting. I could see a small waterfall down there and it looked like the trail was going down to it, however another part of the trail continued up the creek, but I could not see what was around the corner. I did not think there would be anything but I decided to just go see anyway. I guess I was motivated enough to do this, despite the ticks and poison oak. I am sure glad I was because what to my surprise when I saw this nice waterfall hiding around the corner! Not a little one either, but a beautiful 33 foot high cascade! Getting up to it was a challenge though. There was a lot of prickly brush to get through. I also saw four old cars down here, two right in the creek and two on the hillside. I’m sure they’ve been there for fifty years or so. You really don’t like your car so much you have to drive it off a cliff into a creek! Crazy. It reminded me of back home in BC when I was a kid, people would drive their old cars off the cliff into the Columbia River. At the time, being so young, I thought this to be very fascinating. Anyway, once down at the creek I had to get my water shoes on and wade up the creek the rest of the way to the falls. This was to avoid all the prickly brush lining the creek bed. It was not hard but it sure was cold! Once at the waterfall I then had to cross a narrow fast moving channel to the other side to get the best viewpoint. Very carefully! Upper Iowa Canyon Falls sure is a marvelous cascade and it turned my morning from BLAH to GREAT. I do love waterfall surprises!

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.

My wife’s birthday and my birthday are only one day apart. Perfectly convenient, is how I look at it. My wife hates it. Go figure. Mostly it is because I would rather celebrate the birthdays together, go out for dinner just once, have just one cake, etc. Convenience, you know. Well, I have learned by now that won’t work with her. Two dinners, two cakes, two celebrations.

This year my birthday fell on a Saturday. Yeah! That means I had the day all to myself and could go hiking anywhere I liked. Perfect. I suppose I could have picked a better location but I wanted to try to find something new, and that usually means the chances of actually finding something interesting are quite low, but mainly I just wanted to get out on a nice long hike. Actually I think I could have found something if it weren’t for the mud. A giant mud hole in the road prevented me from being able to drive to the trailhead. I was forced to turn around or else sink into oblivion. It is very strange too because we had so little rain this month. Where did all this mud come from? Some sort of wormhole to another dimension? Well not to be outdone just yet, I studied my maps and found a potential alternate route to my desired creek so I decided to try it. The new route found me hiking along logging roads in the direction of the creek I was trying to get to but in the end I was not able to get down to it due to too much brush and too much steepness. Nonetheless I did have a good long hike so I was not unhappy and it ended with a family dinner at Chicago Fire, the best pizza in California. Mmmmmm I would eat there every week if Tara would let me.

Despite the mud shenanigans on Saturday I would not be shut out for waterfalls this weekend. On Sunday we were planning to go to Phantom Falls on my wife’s birthday. She had never been there and has always said she really wanted to go to it so it was not hard to talk her into it on her birthday. We had the kids as well and so it was a great family outing together amongst the killer cows (we all survived) and the elusive salamander (which my wife unsuccessfully tried to chase over a waterfall). I was not expecting too much in flow on Table Mtn but I did think Phantom Falls would be a little better than it was. We sure do need a lot more rain here. Anyway Tara was really happy to finally get out to see this amazing waterfall and the kids did great on the four mile hike. It was a great morning on Table Mountain.

My wife and I headed over to the coast for the weekend, sans kids, to celebrate our birthdays this month. Both of our happy days are at the end of January (well as happy as you can be at my age). My wife loves the ocean and beach, and I was hoping to see some waterfalls of course. The bad news though is that it has not rained in January. Why is it that whenever I plan a big waterfall vacation to the CA coast, I always pick dry times of the year! It happened last year and the year before as well. It was going to be interesting to see if the falls were all completely dry or not, I did not have my hopes too high.

We arrived very early at this waterfall, called Andrew Molera Falls after the state park that it is in. It is very easy to get to but I had never been here before so thus I was anxious to remedy this silly faux pas.

Andrew Molera Falls is an ugly waterfall. Seriously. There are fallen logs all over the place at this waterfall. I can think of other waterfalls where fallen logs across the falls actually enhance the waterfall’s beauty and character (Russian Gulch Falls, Lion Slide Falls). But the fallen logs across Andrew Molera Falls do no such thing. Ah well, what can you do? Well, you can look for alternative viewpoints. And that is what I did. My wife stayed at the overlook while I scally wagged down the hill to the creek, crossed it, then made my way up and around fallen logs, and down to the base of the falls. Whew. Once down I realized I would have to get my feet wet, getting into the creek and climbing up a mini cascade where I could get the view point I wanted. My wife, watching me from afar, said I looked like a hobbit with bare feet and rolled up pants, scampering in the creek. It was fun though and pretty cool standing under the fallen logs and looking up at the 35 ft. high waterfall. Did I make this ugly waterfall look pretty? You be the judge.

As for the flow … well it was not dry! It was actually flowing better than I expected and it was the same thing at our next stop (Pfeiffer Falls). So this gave me some hope for the rest of the weekend.

The one bad thing that happened here though? Tara somehow picked up a tick while sitting here waiting for me. She did not notice the thing biting her until the next day and it was bad by then. I don’t understand how she could not notice a tick biting her that long but this was the only possible place she could have picked it up. When we got home she went to see the doctor and is on antibiotics to be on the safe side and we pray this will keep her from getting any nasty disease. Other than this (oh and the hotel reservation mess up – sigh) we had a great time at the coast.

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.