Leon Turnbull Photography

I went back to Horsetail Falls again after work on Friday. It is the only waterfall around here that is still flowing decent. This is what I like to do in the summer, … go to Horsetail Falls. It sure seems I go here a lot anyway. Well, I guess it is a pretty sweet waterfall. Heh heh.

The weather was a lot cooler than when I came here a few weeks ago with my son. Twenty degrees cooler, actually. 63 degrees when I started the hike. Now that is sweet. The water flow, however, seemed quite a bit down since the last time. It is still quite nice though, especially considering everything else is bone dry. In fact, I may even come back again in a couple weeks.

I went to the bottom of the falls again, which is a very cool spot, no doubt my favorite little spot at this waterfall. I have been here before and gotten decent shots, so basically this time around I was just playing around. I was going for some super long exposures of the water. This one here is a 60 second exposure. I did longer ones too, but this was my favorite shot. My wife probably hates it. She doesn’t like the silky waterfalls that I like to do (which I almost always do in my photos) – so this one is probably light years over the top for her. As for me, I think it is very dreamy, but I also found that I don’t really have the patience for these super long exposures. Waiting around for two minutes per shot, whilst standing in the very cold water, umm, not exactly super exciting. Ah well, it does create a cool effect on the water. I guess I can handle it once in awhile.

I think I actually found a road that is worse than Bowman Lake Road. I know, I know, it is hard to believe, and I hate to admit it really, but yeah it does exist. Have you ever driven the road to Fordyce Lake? Well, just don’t, ok. Trust the waterfall guy.

I had never been up to Fordyce Lake before, though I have hiked Fordyce Creek from the bottom, but not all the way up to the lake. It is something like 10 miles one way, so it would be a tad crazy to go all that way to the lake in one day. I am crazy though, but not to do that hike. This week, the powers that be pumped up the volume from the Fordyce Lake dam. It was spitting out at 440 cubic feet per second, which is quite high and rather odd considering it is a drought year. I watched the gauge like a hawk all week long, and I was certain the tap would be shut off before the weekend. Please stay on, please stay on. Friday finally rolled around, and the dam was still cranking out the water. Sweet news!

After work I made the drive up I-80 to Cisco Grove and bounced onto the dirt road going to Fordyce Lake. It is 7 miles to the lake, and the road starts off bumpy and just gets worse from there. It is also a popular road. There was a heckuva lot of traffic on this crazy road, and they all seemed to be zipping up the road at outrageous speeds (ie. much faster than me). I even saw regular cars driving up the road. They weren’t zipping mind you, but it is definitely outrageous to drive up this road in a small car. About a mile before the lake, the road starts going downhill, and gets much worse. Monster ruts. Big rocks. As I started driving down, I realized this was going to be bad. At that point, I did not think I could back up the hill, and I certainly could not turn around. I thought maybe I could go on, and it seemed I had no choice. Big mistake. Within moments, I bottomed out the SUV. I was stuck, and stuck good. I could not go backwards now, that is for sure. There was no one else around. What happened to all that traffic I saw? Where did they all go? Were their little cars swallowed up in one of the ruts? For awhile, I was thinking I might be stuck there all night. Well, it was not too long before some guys in a big truck came up the road from the lake below. They were able to push me out of the rut and once out, I backed up the hill to the top without difficulty and parked. Whew! I realized later that it is actually a good thing I got stuck where I did. If I had managed to get down to the bottom of the road, there is absolutely no way I would have been able to drive back up later that night (when no one would be around to help). Even some trucks I saw afterwards were having troubles going up this hill, including the guys who helped me. I think sometimes God helps us out even in our stupidity, and this was certainly one of those times for me.

Anyway, it was now much later than I anticipated and I still had to walk a mile to the lake. I had grand plans of hiking down the creek quite a distance from the dam but it was too late for that now. I decided on just going to the first waterfall on the creek, Eraserhead Falls, which is the main one I wanted to see anyway. I cut off the main road onto a OHV trail which went down to the creek near the waterfall. There were jeepers down there at the bottom playing around on the big ruts and big rocks. Unfortunately for me, they were right near the waterfall. So my peace and quiet at the falls was ruined by the sounds of the jeepers. They weren’t doing anything wrong, it is an official OHV trail, but it is just a bummer they had to be right there where I wanted to be and at that time. Go home people, this is my waterfall.

Well actually, it is not much of a waterfall to be precise about the matter. It is more of a rapid than a waterfall, and although it may look not too shabby in this photo, it is actually a pretty shallow descent, and not all that impressive. It is a long rapid for sure, but only 20 feet in actual height. I suppose it is the biggest falls on this creek though, the others are all well under 20 ft high. Anyway, I would really like to tell you that I will never ever drive that road again up to Fordyce Lake. It was a nightmare and a half. However … I discovered a new waterfall while I was here, and although it was not flowing much, it is a big one, and I definitely will need to come back here in the spring sometime to see it when it is gushing. So brave the road again, I will.

I am just taking a short break from Oregon waterfalls to bring you the latest from northern California. On Friday evening after work, I took my son and went up for a quick hike back to Horsetail Falls, the 790 ft. monster you can see from Hwy 50, if you are not driving that is – cuz if you are driving and look too hard, you might end up in the ditch. You know what they say, don’t text and drive. Also don’t gaze at huge waterfalls and drive. Anyway … the temperature in Sacramento was 100 degrees on Friday. Up at the trailhead it was 81 degrees when we started. Not too bad actually. I was thinking it might be a bit warmer than that. Surely it would cool off quickly once the sun went behind the mountains. That is what I told Jadon anyway.

Obviously I have been to Horsetail Falls many times before, but I still feel I have not completely explored all possibilities here for photography. It is such a very diverse waterfall with so many different elements. There are two reasons why I like coming to Horsetail Falls in the summer. Firstly, the mosquitoes are tame. There are never too many of the little buggers here and on this day we were not bothered at all. If you go to other areas of the Desolation Wilderness, such as Wrights Lake or up at Lake Tahoe, you will be devoured and left wanting. Not so at Horsetail Falls. Secondly and most importantly, it is essentially the ONLY waterfall in the Sacramento area that flows in the summer (or flows very well at least). But even so, I admit I was surprised at how strongly it is still gushing right now. There is much more flow this year then when I was here in mid July last year. Shocking really, considering this is the second year of our drought. Jadon remarked on this right away, and he was right. I had to look back at my pictures from last year before I could remember (old age, you know).

Jadon also said there were a lot more other hikers compared to last year. Well, that is something I surely have no idea about. I will take his word for it though. The really odd thing though is that three separate people commented to me, asking if we were backpacking. No folks, really, it is only my camera bag! Do I really carry so much gear on my hikes that I look as if I am backpacking?!?!? The funny thing about it is that I don’t think anyone has ever asked me that before, and then on this day, three people ask me in a row. It must be a conspiracy or something. But Jadon also said my camera bag looks like it could be a backpack. Well I suppose all that camera gear is sure heavy enough, I may as well be backpacking.

Because the creek was flowing much higher than I expected, I could not get to the spot where I wanted. I probably could have gotten down there but it would have been too dangerous for Jadon, so I decided to skip it and just take pictures from the usual location. Actually, although this composition is very similar to the one from last year, it is slightly different. This year, I went down on the ledge to get closer to the falls and a slightly better angle. Last year, I felt it too dangerous to go down there, but this year I felt perfectly safe about it. It is odd, and I am not sure why. I don’t think the rocks would have been any more slippery last year, but that is what I felt in my mind. Nonetheless, I was very careful to not get too close to the edge. Which is exactly what some other lady did when I was down there photographing the waterfall. She came up behind me and went right down to the very edge of the creek to take a quick snapshot. Really? One little slip is all it would take, and she would have been swept down the creek and over the last waterfall. Bye bye birdie.

When we got back down to the car, I checked the temperature. It was 79 degrees. It had cooled off a whopping 2 degrees for our hike back down. We were sweating galoshes by the end of the hike. Oh well. We had lots of fun at Horsetail Falls.

After watching that couple almost say goodbye to life at Lower Eagle Falls, I went up the trail to Upper Eagle Falls. It was getting late, past sunset, but I just had time to take a quick shot. I kinda wanted to spend more time here, see if I could get down closer to creek level, but it was getting late, the mosquitoes were coming out, and I needed to get back to the motel to see the family. Or else they might think it was me that went over the waterfall. Well, I did have quite a pleasant evening anyway.

I did not sleep well in the motel. Too hot and too uncomfortable. I crawled out of bed at 4AM and drove up to the Glen Alpine trailhead. It was dark when I started out. And warm. By golly it was already too warm for hiking.

Before I got too far up the trail and before it got light, the mosquitoes came out to play. I got out my bug spray quickly. That seemed to help … for the moment. However, by the time I got to Far Glen Alpine Falls, the mosquitoes were everywhere. Millions of them, swarming around me. Completely ignoring my bug spray. I could not breathe. If I fell down, they would be on me immediately, and I would be a goner. Have to keep moving. So this presents a dilemma. How am I going to stop and photograph this waterfall? I did the best I could, getting into the creek in front of the falls, but I could not handle it for long. I was suffocating from the swarm. I could only take a quick shot, then I had to get the heck out of there. The mosquitoes were not bad at all at Eagle Falls, the previous night. Why so awful here at Glen Alpine? I am not happy with my shot of Far Glen Alpine Falls, but I could not stick around to find a better composition. I had to move. Or die. I am going to have to come back next year. In MAY. Not JUNE.

And why did the buggers ignore my mosquito repellent? Epic fail. I am trying out some new deet free repellent. It has worked well up until now. But this was I suppose the first major test for it, and it bombed big time. But I wonder if any repellent could have worked today. The mosquitoes were very determined. To kill.

On the way back down the hill I was hoping to stop at Upper Glen Alpine Falls. I was not sure if I would be able to get there before the sun hit the falls. I calculated it would be in the sun at 6:15am and it would be 6:30am when I would arrive. Would I make it? I was also feeling very stressed and exasperated. My pleasant morning hike so far was completely awful because of the mosquitoes. This is not why I signed up for hiking. Hiking is supposed to be enjoyable. So I prayed: Please Lord, let there be no mosquitoes at the waterfall, and please let it still be in shade. I arrived at the waterfall. There was a bit of sun at top, but it was still mostly in the shade, and I still had time to photograph. I turned off the road and through the trees towards the waterfall. The mosquitoes were still hounding me at this point. Then I broke through the trees onto the big rock face that goes down to the creek. The mosquitoes were gone. Huh? I checked around again. No mosquitoes. Where did they go? There is no logical explanation for this. There was no breeze and no spray from the falls here. There is no reason how they could be all around me everywhere, but not here at this one spot in front of the waterfall. It was a miracle. The Lord answered my prayer. I took my photographs of the waterfall, then I just sat down on the rock face for about 20 minutes, loving the respite from the mosquitoes, relaxing, and enjoying the waterfall, and thanking the Lord. When I got back up and headed back down the trail to the car, the mosquitoes found me again, but I did not care.