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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.

In search of a new waterfall in northern California. I had read reports from kayakers of waterfalls on Patterson Creek, indeed the description was so precise that I was absolutely certain of finding a 30 ft waterfall on this creek.

I arrived at the trailhead at dawn. There was a huge cat with a big fluffy tail running around. Except that it did not move anything like a cat. It was jumping around, and zipping back and forth, up and down, like a cat possessed. Cats do not move like that. That is because it was not a cat, I realized! It was a fisher! Wow, I have never seen a fisher in the wild before. Neato mosquito. It was still too dark to take any pictures, but I grabbed my Go Pro video camera hoping to get some footage of the little monster. But for some odd reason, when I turned it on, it was on the camera setting, not the video setting, so I thought I was taking video but I was not! Oh that just figures.

Well after the fisher disappeared up the mountain, I started on my hike. There was snow on the ground, and it was very hard packed, which made for a fun hike. But a long one and a tough one. It should have been only 3 miles to the creek confluence of the north and main forks of Patterson, but it was 4 miles at least, and along the way the road led up a steep mountain I had to climb up. All this happened awhile ago at Christmas when my back was still recovering. Going on a tough hike like this was really stretching it for my back.

I arrived at the confluence which is where the waterfall should be. No waterfall. I descended to the north fork of the creek, crossed it, and ascended the ridge between the two creeks, thinking the waterfall would be right on the other side of the ridge. No waterfall. I continued up the ridge as far as I could possibly go, which was quite a distance. No waterfall. This did not make any sense. There definitely should have been a waterfall here. The kayaker’s description was very precise, and now I realize: very wrong! Well that was a big bummer. I think there actually are waterfalls on Patterson Creek, but much further up. It would have been at least two more miles one way on the road in order to get up to them, and my back was already well past its limit. There is no way I could have continued any further. So I hiked back to the car. Very bummed.

It is a very very long drive up to Patterson Creek in the northern part of the state, and all for nothing. Well, not quite all for nothing. I stopped at Shackleford Falls on the way back. It was about noon but still in shade, as I knew it would be. It was not flowing as beautifully as it was the last time I was here, but it was certainly a very nice consolation prize after a very long hike.

Seven. That is the height of this new waterfall I found on upper Otter Creek. Give or take. It was a heck of a lot of work to get down here, and the poison oak was abundant. All for a seven foot high waterfall. But hey it was an interesting hike anyway.

I was certain that there would be at least a 25 footer on upper Otter Creek, or even more than that. My topo map shows a 50 ft. drop here, so I figured a good 25 foot drop would be a sure thing. Google Earth seems to show a possibility of a waterfall here as well. The problem, as I figured it, would be that it would be impossible to get down here. I had little hope of making it down due to the steep cliffy terrain, and the crazy brush. I decided to give it a shot anyway. Indeed, I almost did not make it due to the aforementioned crazy brush. Which, as you may think, was crazy thick near the top of the canyon. I could not find any way through the stuff, and in fact, had given up and was on my way back to the road when I saw a gully that was clear. I decided to head down the gully. It worked. It was quite steep but it was a decent path and free of the brush. Not free of poison oak. That was crazy too. It was strange but it seemed people had been down this path before. Way out here in the boony docks? Who would even think of going down here except me? And why? There also were a lot of bear trails crossing the gully here and there on the way down. Where were they heading to?

I made it all the way down to the creek, then realized the “waterfall” was quite a bit downstream from where I ended up at the bottom of the gully. There was a lot more poison oak to negotiate (unsuccessfully, I might add) but I managed to work my way all the way downstream, and what did I find? A 50 foot waterfall? No, just a couple very small ones, both under 10 feet. Ugh! All that work for nothing?? Well, I took a picture of one of them anyway, then made my way back to the gully and back up the mountain. It was tough going. The good news about it is that my back held up very well from this crazy hike. Even though it was just a tiny waterfall, I still enjoyed the hike. I love exploring new places, and being out in the wilderness where few people have ever been before. When I was down in the canyon, I felt so remote and alone. It was a great feeling. It would have been awesome though with a bigger waterfall.

New Year’s Day … Get up and get at ’em … That’s what I say … No sleeping in for this party maniac. Ha ha.

Yeah folks, I was in bed at 9PM on New Year’s Eve. I don’t care squat about staying up for the end of year. It’s just another day to me. But if I have a day off work, I want to get out and go hiking. That’s how I roll, man.

With the lack of rain and how utterly and inhumanely dry it has been, you may wonder why I would even bother. Well heck, it is my favorite time of year to get out hiking. I am not going to let the STUPID weather keep me from doing what I love to do. Besides, waterfalls are still flowing. You just need to pick the right spots to go to. If I had gone to, say, Traverse Creek or Dutch Creek, I would be sorely disappointed. But Silver Falls on Otter Creek is a much larger drainage, and it would still have some decent flow. So that is just where I went. And by golly of gollies, it was actually flowing, just like I said.

I was almost in Placerville before I realized I had forgotten my wallet and phone back at the house. Argh, my wife would be worried. I would not be able to send her any messages. Too late to turn back now. Let’s just hope I don’t put the car in the ditch out in the middle of nowhere.

The road out to the trailhead is rough rough rough. And muddy muddy muddy. With the no rain situation, you would think there would be no mud. Think again. When I was here last year, I had to stop because of a huge mud hole. The same mud hole was there today. I tested it, however, with my hiking pole, and determined I could continue driving through it this time. When I was here back in 2009, I don’t remember any mud holes on this road. The road seems to have gotten much worse over the years. Or else my memory much worse. You decide.

And now a new problem presented itself: the road was gated just before getting down to the trailhead with a large NO TRESPASSING sign. What the hey? This is a public road and a public historic trail. How can anyone put up a big gate preventing access to this public trail? It is totally illegal to do this. Not only this, it added a mile to my hike because I had to park further back. Argh! When I got back home, I checked my maps. To the best of my knowledge, it seems that the forest road briefly crosses private land just before it gets to the trailhead, and that is where the gate is, but the trail seems to be all on public land. Unbelievable. Totally illegal gate.

That gate was annoying but it sure is not going to stop me. Off I went down to the waterfall. The trail, though it is old, public, and historic, does not get very much traffic. It does have brush and poison oak overgrowing onto the trail, and a few fallen trees to negotiate. A few ticks as well. And mountain lions.

When I got down to the creek and started working my way up to the waterfall, I apparently found the local lions’ dinner spot. Bones scattered all over the place (deer bones, I think). And that means … it was either mountain lion or Sasquatch that was here enjoying the waterfall view while munching on a tasty snack or two. No sign of Mr. Cougar was to be had, and that was surely a good thing. I continued to the waterfall.

As you can see from the photo, Silver Falls was not raging by any means, but nor was it dry as many creeks are these days. In fact,  the flow was only slightly lower than when I was here last time, which was in January 2009. Pretty darn nice waterfall. Interesting to note also: that grate (or whatever it is) at the base of the fall was not here last time. Wonder how it got there. Weird.