Leon Turnbull Photography

My favorite summer waterfall destination is Horsetail Falls. It normally flows strong all through summer, but this year, however, the flow is as low as I have ever seen it. Nonetheless, that low flow did allow me to get up close to this particular spot, which has never been even remotely possible any other time I’ve been here.

I arrived at the trailhead after work and made the hike up to the falls. There were quite a few people on the trail, as usual. Don’t all these people have to work on Fridays?

When I arrived at the waterfall I saw a big group of kids (pre or early teen) coming down from the top of the falls, with one adult leader. They were coming down the wrong way. I have to say that I hate this place. Now now, I do not hate Horsetail Falls, obviously, I love it … but I do not like the terrain around here. When I was younger it never bothered me, but now it kinda freaks me out. Does that mean I am wiser now, or just an easily frightened old fogey? It is very steep at the waterfall, with big dropoffs, and the granite rock is slippery and very dangerous, even when dry. Many people have died here, and if you are not  careful, you might be next. Well onto my story …

Most of the kids went back up the mountain to come down again the proper way, except three: the adult and two of the kids. The two kids were just wearing running shoes, with no proper grip for this slippery granite. They came down, somehow, to the top of this 50 ft. section of the falls (shown here). I am not even sure how they got to this spot, but there is no way from there to continue down on that side. They then proceeded to JUMP across the creek at the top of the waterfall. Did I mention that this rock is very slippery? One mistake and you are a dead man (or kid). They all made it. I was holding my breath the entire time. The last thing I wanted to do was fish a body out of the water from the bottom of the falls. Once on the other side, they then had to scale down the cliff to the bottom of the falls. It is steep on the other side as well, and again very slippery with big dropoffs. At the bottom of the falls, they jumped back to the other side again, where there is another smaller waterfall. I watched as they cleared the wet section of rock on their jump by mere centimeters. Oh my Lord!

I was just sitting there watching them do all this from my (safe) vantage point on this side of the waterfall. I swear I was not going to say anything to him when he came up past me. I wanted to say a lot, but I was not going to. Really. It is one thing to put your own life in danger, but quite another altogether to put the lives of your kids in danger unnecessarily. I don’t know if any of these kids were his own children, or not, possibly one or two of them was, but it does not matter. He is responsible for all of them. I wanted to smack him over the head. But I was not going to say anything. When he came up to to me, though, he said something or other, like that was not a very good route to take down. The words just came out of my mouth, I had no control over them, whatever spirit was possessing me at the time said them. I said: It was pretty darn stupid if you ask me. Ok, that was harsher than I wanted to say it. Like I said, I had no control over what I said. Well perhaps it was not really that harsh, he agreed with me that it was stupid. Maybe he learned his lesson and next time he won’t be such an idiot, and he won’t end up with a Darwin award.

Anyway, after they left, I then proceeded to follow in the footsteps of their stupidity. I am kidding! I did, however, go down to the bottom where they had jumped back across, and then rock hopped up the bottom of the creek bed to the base of this 50 ft. section of the falls. There were a couple tricky spots to be sure, and some of the rocks were quite slippery. I was careful and made it without incident. I sat on a big rock in the middle of the creek, enjoying this magnificent spot. Even with a little bit more water, it would not have been possible to do this.

The clouds over the valley were looking quite promising, so I stuck around for sunset. It was not electric, like I thought it might be, but it was decently colorful. That picture is coming up next. Then I hiked back to the car in the dark. This time, I had my headlamp. No worries. As usual, I was the last one off the mountain.

Last day of the recent summer storms so I thought I would head up to Lake Tahoe again for a sunset.
It seemed like it could be a very good one as I headed up over the summit. There were plenty of clouds, and the sun was breaking through, but where would the best color be tonight, if anywhere?

I hiked up to Granite Lake where I thought there would be a good view overlooking Cascade Lake and Lake Tahoe (and indeed, there was!). I realized, as I started the hike, that I did not have my headlamp with me. Doh! That could be quite serious because I would be hiking back down in the dark. However, it is only a mile up to the lake, the trail is easy to follow, it would be all downhill coming back, and I had my iPhone flashlight with me (though it is not nearly as bright as my headlamp, and the battery level was down to 50 percent). Anyway, it should be no problem, right?

When I got up to Granite Lake, I passed by some campers at the lake, who were right in my path for getting to the end of the lake. They and their dog seemed friendly enough, but I took a semi-shortcut on the way back so I would not have to pass right by them in the dark – but I could smell their smoking on the way back nonetheless, and I assure you it was not anything legal.

I climbed up on the ridge behind Granite Lake, and worked my way to a viewpoint. I had to climb a bit further up than I anticipated to get a clear view with no trees blocking the way. From this spot, I could see the two lakes, as well as Fallen Leaf Lake, and I could also see Upper Cascade Falls (but not the lower Cascade Falls). Cascade Creek was just trickling, but if it was flowing strong then the view of the upper falls would have been a very sweet one.

It was about a half hour before sunset and things were looking good as far as the clouds were concerned. But then, about 20 minutes later, a rain storm moved in from the south, blocking the clouds that were starting to color. I thought it was going to drench me as well, but the rain did not come my way; nonetheless it seemed I was going to be skumped yet again by Lake Tahoe. Craning my neck, I could see lots of good color on the north shore of the lake. Of course. At the very end, however, the sun tried to make a comeback, and the clouds started to color up again. It was not overly impressive, but it was enough to get a shot. Not too shabby.

I packed up quickly and headed back down the hill. When I got to the main trail I jogged all the way down to the car. I probably did not need to do that, but it was good exercise anyway, and I did end up having to use my iPhone flashlight once it got too dark. I arrived back at the car 30 minutes past sunset. All was good.

So there apparently were great sunsets all week at Lake Tahoe. Except the day we were there of course.

It looked like it might be another good one when we headed up to the north shore on Thursday after work. There were plenty of clouds, the possibilities looked very good, but alas there were too many clouds. It was raining when we arrived, and it was a good drenching, even though it apparently only rained 0.1 inches. Well, we had dinner, then walked around, got ice cream, before heading back to the lupine fields.

I had seen and heard plenty about these lupine fields along the shore of Lake Tahoe, and was wanting to get a good sunset photo from here. Well, this is the most color that ever showed that night. It is not a bad photo, really, and Tara and I had a very nice date night, so it was all good. But I’ll be heading back here some day again.

This is Hell Hole Falls. It is a pretty cool little waterfall dropping into the reservoir. When the reservoir is full it is completely inundated, but of course now the reservoir is about empty. I estimate it is about 25 ft. high maybe a bit higher. I did not have my measuring sticks with me this time, to help save on carrying weight. As you can see, it is impossible to get up close to it, unless you want to swim. Not for me, it would have been mighty cold to do that.

Well I bought all this fancy equipment for backpacking, I figured it was time to try it out. The idea being that with backpacking I can get to more waterfalls then I could on just a day hike. I tried. I got to two waterfalls but I had three others in mind that I could not get to due too steep terrain and crazy thick brush. I was hoping to take my son with me this time but he was feeling a bit sick this weekend. I did not let that stop me, however, and this became my first ever solo backpack and it was pretty darn good.

I would backpack to the end of Hell Hole reservoir where there are two waterfalls and camp in the vicinity. Good plan. Easy smeasy. Right? Not quite. It is a long drive to the trailhead and it was rather interesting. This was my first time driving through the King fire that devastated this area last summer. The destruction is catastrophic. Wow. When I drove through the Rim fire earlier this spring there was lots of growth and wildflowers blooming abundantly everywhere. Not so here, not even close, but give it another year perhaps. I thought the Hell Hole area would be equally devastated but it did not seem to get hit hard. I was surprised but pleased about that.

The trail follows a jeep trail on the north side of the reservoir. This is not any jeep trail for the casual driver. It is only for the sick. Crazy steep descents, and huge boulders to manipulate. It is 6 miles to the end with a descent of 1000 ft. It was not going to be fun coming back up the next day. There were other cars at the trailhead which meant some of those “sick” people were out on the trail with their jeeps. I would not drive this trail even if I had one of those jeeps. I wondered if I would see them, and yes I caught up to them 3.5 miles in. A whole bunch of them. They were stopped right in the middle of the road at a particularly nasty steep section. I asked the first guy I saw if they were stuck. He said no, just hanging out. Really? Hanging out in the middle of the road? The next guys I talked to said their car was broke and they’ve been there since 3am. I was not sure what to believe now. I continued on my way leaving them behind in the dust of my boot tracks. They seemed nice but I did have to pick up one of their beer cans on my way back. You have a car and you can’t take your trash but instead have to let the weary backpacker with a heavy load pick it up? Argh. At least it was only one can. If I had to pick up two my back would have broke.

The jeep trail ends at 4 miles officially, but not exactly. It continues straight through the middle of the reservoir instead of alongside it. Well that’s ok I guess because the reservoir is so low due to the drought. I had been fairly certain (though I’m not sure why, now) that a hiking trail continued from here but I found no such thing. So instead I just walked through the reservoir. It was very easy. In the meantime the jeepers got their car fixed (or whatever) and passed me up along this section (quite noisily I might add), but I caught up to them again at the end of the reservoir. I found out they were going to camp at the first waterfall. Ok then, I’ll not be camping there, I was hoping for a quiet and peaceful night, not a noisy one – but the guys I talked to did seem quite nice and talkative and generous – even offering me a ride. They said they had seen mountain lion tracks in the sand when they were here a couple weeks ago and were freaked out about that, and indeed, there were lots of animal tracks in the soft sand. The deer prints were easy to recognize, but there were also bigger prints. Bear? Lion? Yes on both counts, I think. Now I was starting to freak out myself. Well anyway, I beat them to the first waterfall (I am superhuman and can walk faster than most vehicles). Hell Hole Falls is a nice 30 footer dropping into the reservoir (the empty reservoir). When the lake is full this waterfall is completely inundated. Today it was just gorgeous.

I continued on to Five Lakes Creek. Again I understood there should be a trail all the way to this falls but I could not find it. I decided to cross the creek and try on the other side. I had been expecting that all creek crossings including this one and the Rubicon River I would be able to rock hop. This crossing, however, was up to my waist and my pants got soaked. Very bad. I might need to wear them tonight if it gets cold. On the other side there was no trail either. I wandered through the forest this way and that way, and eventually found the falls. I could hear it well before I could see it. It was incredible. I was thinking this would be about 40 ft high but actually it is more like 70 ft high. Absolutely spectacular and the flow was quite strong. Amazing.

I had wanted to camp at the waterfall but there were no good spots plus there were mosquitoes so I decided to go back to the Rubicon River and camp there (but not near the jeepers). I found a nice spot, no mosquitoes, there were black flies but they were not too horrible. It was not very cold that night, the temperature was in the neighborhood of 45 degrees (thankfully – I thought it was going to be much colder), but nonetheless I still had trouble sleeping. Too wound up and over tired, I guess.

In the morning, I had wanted to explore further up river and find some more waterfalls before heading back home. That meant crossing the Rubicon. No rock hopping allowed and it sure “looked” mighty cold. I hummed and hawed, and finally decided to go for it. It was not as cold as I imagined in my head and I got across. Now .. supposedly there is a trail on the other side going up the river. It is a very old trail, however, not maintained in decades, I found traces of it here and there, but eventually it petered out into a mass of thick manzanita brush. There was no continuing possible, and I gave up. It was disappointing, but the going was just too extremely difficult and I still had a very tough hike to make back up the mountain.

I saw no trace of the jeepers on my hike back. I’m not sure where they went to, their cars were still parked at the trailhead. The jeep road must continue up river, but where? I need to figure that out for next time, it would probably be much easier than negotiating that old, mostly non-existent trail. It started to rain lightly on the hike back, threatening for more, but not materializing. It felt nice and cool on my perspiring face. As I got closer to the car, and as I was going along talking to myself and to God about the rain, I said to God: “ok Lord, bring it on”. Immediately, within seconds of saying that, He brought it. It started hailing in buckets, and soon changed into a pouring, pelting rain, which continued for the rest of the hike to the car. On hindsight, I guess I should not have said that, but I was only 10 minutes from the car, and although I was drenched, the rain sure felt good, and fun. It would not have been fun if I had to camp that night, but I did not, so hey, it was fun. One more plus thing: on the drive back home, I saw my first bear of the season along side the road. Yay, I love seeing bears! It would have been nicer if I had seen one in the wilderness while I was hiking, but I’ll take this one. A nice little cap to my awesome first solo backpacking adventure.