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We got up super early in the morning (3AM) to drive to Cranbrook to visit my sister. On the way of course, we stopped for a waterfall. I can’t believe I talked my mom into getting up that early. Nekoda is like, whatever, she’ll just sleep in the car anyway. She pretty  much slept the entire trip from California to Canada.

Priest River Falls is a very gorgeous waterfall (Priest River / Morning Worship – get it? ha ha) way out in the middle of nowhere. I’m not exaggerating about the nowhere part. It is not to be confused with the Priest River Falls in Idaho. Actually, that one is called Upper Priest River Falls even though it’s downstream from this one. Makes perfect sense, right? The two falls are quite close together but you cannot hike from one to the other because you would be crossing the border. I really think there should be a cross border trail between the two waterfalls. That would be super cool. Ah well.

Anyhow, we drove as far as we could and then could drive no further as we came to a river crossing. We had to walk from here, and that meant wading across the river. Nekoda and I went first quickly. I did not have much time to get to the falls before the sun was on it. I really did not think my mother was going to wade across that very cold river so we just left her there. I did leave arrows for her in case she did decide to come.

We arrived at the overlook to the waterfall. It was very nice, but partially obscured. There was a very very steep trail going down to the bottom. I got out my rope, and Nekoda and I started to descend. However, it got too steep and dangerous, and much too slippery because the ground was wet from rain and the tree roots were slick as ice. It was too crazy even for me so I just took photos from the overlook. Nearby, Nekoda discovered the spot where the local cougar likes to eat his breakfast, along with all the leftover bones. She was very confused why they were there until I explained. The explanation did not give her any comfort.

Meanwhile, my mother showed up at the overlook to see the waterfall. She did make it after all, and she did not even notice the lovely arrows I left for her on the ground.  Nonetheless she found the falls, though her feet were cold for the rest of the morning from wading across that river. But it was all worth it. It is a very beautiful 58 foot high waterfall, and very rarely seen since it is so far out from civilization.

My daughter and I were driving up to Canada for an unfortunately unscheduled trip to see my family because my dad just passed away. It was not an unexpected thing but my mom really appreciated the visit. Along the way we stopped at a couple waterfalls of course.

I heard horror stories about this hike to Trilbey Falls. I really wanted to try it, but I just wasn’t sure about bringing my 11-year-old daughter on this hike. I heard that it was crazy steep and crazy difficult. Almost certainly, I would not be able to get down to it. Well, it was worth a try. We could always turn back if it got too cliffy or impossible. I mean, how bad could it really be anyway? Famous last words, right?

There was supposed to be a trail. I could not find it. That meant we had to go straight down through the forest and through the brush. Nekoda said she was OK with that. Except that she wasn’t. And it was all my fault. As we descended, with me going first, I stepped right over a hornet nest (or wasp nest, or bee hive, or whatever). Whatever they were, they woke up from their afternoon nap. When she stepped over, she got stung on the leg. Ouch! Fortunately, she only got one sting. It could have been so much nastier than one sting. We quickly got further away from the nest so I could treat her leg with my first aid kit.

To her great credit, she did not want to go back up, but she wanted to keep going down to the falls. She is a trooper. So down we went.

I got the location of this waterfall from a certain site, but the location was not correct, and with no trail to follow, we ended up right at the bottom of the creek and found no waterfall there at all. Nonetheless, it was a very bizarre place, like something out of Lord of the Rings, I have not seen anything like it before. Huge mossy boulders were scattered all over the place, very old fallen trees, with big holes that you definitely did not want to walk over, quite dangerous, and it was very steep, and the creek was flowing in and out between the boulders. Thinking the falls must be behind the boulders, I carefully climbed over to the creek, but saw no waterfall. So back up the hill we went. I knew there must be a waterfall here somewhere and it must be hidden further upstream.

Hidden it was. You cannot even see it when you are right beside it but I did glimpse it from further down so I knew it was there. Somewhere. Nekoda thought I was high. There is no waterfall here she said. The only way to see it for reals is to get down to the bottom, but it was very cliffy. How would we get down?

Well, we did find a way and it really wasn’t too difficult. My daughter could even do it. I did use the rope to help with safety, but I probably didn’t really need it. Nekoda refused to use the rope. I think I may have raised a mountain goat. It was a very fun descent down to creek level, and that is where we finally saw the waterfall dropping 40 feet within a tight gorge in between two cliff edges. What a magnificent place, and what a magnificent waterfall. Nekoda said it was certainly the best waterfall we saw on our trip, despite the bee sting.

We did find the trail proper on the way back up, and it was very easy following it. No hornet nest, no steep cliffs. Nonetheless, I still could not see where the trail ended up back on the road, and the last part was still a bush whack. No wonder I did not see the trail on the way down. Oh well. We had much fun on this hike.

Ain’t nobody livin’ in a perfect world
And everybody’s out there, cryin’ to be heard
And now I got a new fire, burnin’ in my eyes
Lightin’ up the darkness, movin’ like a meteorite
All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an’ learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by Faith – Pat Benatar

Shootings of police in Dallas, School shootings, Intolerance against Christians and saying hateful words to each other on Facebook/social media, False teachers claiming to be Christian yet promoting hatred against homosexuals and saying it is good that they are killed (make no mistake, anyone who hates is *not* a Christian – Jesus loves *everyone*), breaking laws, stealing, hurting others, even littering. I don’t know about you, but I am All Fired Up and completely sick of all this hate and hurting of one another. It is easy to say let’s all just love each other, but it is not so simple. That will never work, because the real (root) problem is that more and more people in the U.S. (and more every day) have abandoned and turned away from God. They cannot truly love because God is Love. As this trend continues, the situation will only get worse, and not ever better. If more people loved God, then more people would love each other, and there would be less hate and killing in the world and in this country. This is what I believe. Jesus is the only one that can save us.

Well onto better things …

I was definitely All Fired Up about this waterfall. All week long I was anxious to get here. When Jadon and I were here last weekend, I glimpsed this falls from a distance, it was a big one, and still flowing quite well, but we had no time to go up to it. I knew I would be back here this week. I absolutely had to come back. And so I did, and brought Jadon again as well.

This weekend we saw no one up at the lake. We had it all to ourselves. No over friendly dogs. No crazy OHVs driving through the middle of the lake. We did see one family walking down from the lake as we went up. They parked their car down the hill where we did. Smart people. That road gets crazy rough, and I would not want to drive my SUV up there any further than we did. It makes for a longer walk of course. Jadon would prefer the easy hikes, but he did not complain (much). The weather was slightly, but only slightly cooler than the previous week, and I think it was actually a few degrees warmer than it was supposed to be. And the mosquitoes were still biting. There was a nice breeze up at the lake, and no mosquitoes there, but down the road there was no breeze and that means prime flesh eating conditions for the little buggers.

It is actually a pretty easy hike to this waterfall, and there was even a well worn path to it, which means many people have been up here before. I thought this quite surprising because I have never heard of this waterfall being here. I knew about the lower falls, of course, but no one has ever mentioned the upper falls. It is 93 ft. high, and for a completely unmarked stream, it seems to have very good flow in the early summer, though I think it would have been much better a couple weeks earlier. Next year, I am sure I will be back. This area is spectacular.

Too hot in the valley. Let’s head up into the mountains, I say to my son. Okay, he says reluctantly. As if he had a choice.

It is a short hike to this waterfall, if you have a four wheel drive. You can almost drive to it, but the road is quite rough, so we walked more than I expected to. I have not been to this falls before, but I’ve been wanting to go for quite awhile now, and it seemed a good one to do since I did not want to do much of a hike in the hot weather. The mosquitoes were out so we quickly lathered ourselves in juice. That kept them away for a short time, but they kept coming back to munch on us. I might need to get some better repellent.

We climbed up on an open rocky area in front of the falls where I took my photos. The mosquitoes were not at this spot, thanks to a little breeze. Good thing.

After this I suggested we climb to the top of the falls. I thought there might be more falls above this. I said to Jadon we will need to go around, it is too steep and cliffy right beside the waterfall. He said, what are you talking about. It is easier to go straight up. And so he did. I followed him up. He was right, of course, it was no problem to go straight up. We found a couple smaller cascades, then continued up to Crater Lake. Not the one in Oregon. Obviously.

I have never been to this lake before. I will be back. Probably within a week. What a marvelous and pretty lake, and the surrounding area is spectacular. We did not have enough time to explore it all, and that is why I need to come back here soon. You will see why later.

We proceeded to the outlet of the lake, where we found a family on the other side of the creek with a OHV. Did you cross that creek in your OHV, I asked one of the kids there. Yes, my dad did. He is coming back now. We watched as he crossed back through the stream. The water here was more than 2 feet in depth, possibly close to 3 feet. Another kid was in the backseat screaming in excitement. After he crossed, I said to him, I gotta get me one of those things. What fun!

There was a strong breeze at the outlet stream. It felt so darn nice and kept the mosquitoes away. I was thinking very strongly that I could just stay right there all night long with that awesome breeze. But alas, we had to hike back down to our car before it got dark.

Along the way we passed a campsite with a dog. The dog came out to greet us, and he was about the friendliest dog I’ve ever seen. Its entire body wagged, not just its tail. It gave new meaning to the term “wag the dog”. He followed us up the road for about a half mile, and had no intention of going back to its owners. I’m sure it would have followed us all the way to our car. I told the dog to “go back”, “go home”, “sit”, “stay”. Nothing doing. He kept following us. Finally I told Jadon to go on ahead, and I would walk back to the campsite with the dog. But he kept following Jadon up the road, and would not come with me. Finally I enticed it to come with me (with a bit of cold meat perhaps?). When we got back to the campsite, the owners were nowhere to be seen. I yelled out “hello!”. Where were they all? I waited for awhile, then I heard someone chopping wood and yelled out again “can you please call back your dog?”. No wonder the dog wanted so badly to come with us, having owners that did not care one iota about him or where he was. I think we should have let the dog follow us back to our car, and took it home with us. Yes, my wife would have really liked that. Seriously.

Out for a stroll this weekend, and I was up at 3AM. Ouch. I arrived at the trailhead at 5:30AM. This is the world famous and extremely popular Rubicon Trail. The parking lot was jam pack full with cars and trailers. Ouch. I expected there to be people and jeeps on the trail, but not this many. It is summertime. I had actually wanted to come on this hike much earlier in the spring, but this was the first chance I had this year. It was time to go see Miller Creek Falls. It was Miller Time. I managed to squeeze my SUV into one of the only remaining spaces.

Well hopefully I would not see any jeeps on the trail. Yeah right. Going into the waterfall, indeed I did not see anyone, but coming back? Hmph. As for the weather, it was a cool and very pleasant 37 degrees. A nice start to the day, but it would warm up quickly, and with the warmth would come nightmarish mosquitoes. I was hoping to at least get to the waterfall before the mosquitoes came out to play. I did not quite make it.

Along the way, I pass 4 alpine lakes. If lakes can be ugly (can they be ugly?) then these ones were ugly. Well, the third one was quite nice, but the others were just completely covered with vegetation, like a big bog. They were not very scenic. But anyway, I continued on. I could see the creek had quite a bit of water, which was a good sign, as I was not sure how well the falls would still be flowing since it is already summer. Now I just had to get down there before the sun. If I stopped at all, the skeeters were over me. Needless  to say I only stopped the one time.

It was a pretty easy hike until I got to the top of the waterfall. From there I could see nothing but cliff. How would I get down? I hummed and hawed, I was running out of time, I just decided to go for it. But carefully go for it, of course. No need to jump off the cliff. There was a perfect little ledge that took me right to the bottom of the waterfall. If it were not there, I don’t think it would be possible to get to the falls. Thank you ledge. Or rather, thank you God for putting it there. 

Miller Creek Falls is gorgeous, 54 feet high in total. And there was even more than this one. It is a very awesome little creek and I will be back here someday to explore it fully.

I lathered up in Skeeter juice for the hike back. Unfortunately, I did see quite a few jeeps coming up the trail. The first one was a Ranger, and he asked me where I was coming from. I believe he thought I was backpacking somewhere. I was wearing my big camera pack of course, and many people have mistaken it for a backpack. This Ranger will not be the last to do that. But if I was backpacking, then I would need a permit and I think that’s what he was wondering about. Actually, I did not know if I was in the wilderness or not at this point, and if so would I need a permit even for day hiking? I’ve been asked for them before when hiking in the Desolation Wilderness. I told him I was just on a day hike and down at the waterfall, all the while swatting the mosquitoes away from my face (he made me stop in a mosquito zone in order to talk to me). He let me go quickly, perhaps because he felt sorry for me, standing there swatting mosquitoes. I do wonder though if he even knew there was a waterfall down there.

After that I saw about 10,000 more jeeps and OHVs. I wondered where they all had parked, because the lot really was completely full when I had gotten there this morning. I hoped no one had blocked me in, keeping me stuck there all weekend. How nice would that be. By the time I got back to the car, I was thoroughly annoyed with them all for sure. For each one, I had to get off the road, stop and wait for them to pass, give them a polite wave with one hand, swatting mosquitoes with the other. I guess that is what you get for hiking on the single most popular jeep trail in the summertime, and on the weekend. Shame on me.