Leon Turnbull Photography

The fog was a sweet and unexpected surprise. After going to Munson Creek Falls, I had fully expected that by the time we got up here to Bridge Creek, this area would be in full on sunlight. I was not planning to get any more decent photos on this day after Munson. When we arrived and I realized the light was still good, I had to stop and take as much advantage of it as I could. Thank you Lord for keeping the good light for us!

We first went across the road to the Upper Bridge Creek Falls, then went down to the Lower Falls which drops pretty much right into the Wilson River. Neither of the two falls are all that impressive really, and this lower one is half man-made, in that it flows through a pipe under the highway. I cut off the top of the photo right at the edge so you would not have to see the pipe or highway. It is an easy stroll down to the river. Jadon and I were ahead of my wife and Nekoda. When I got down there, I realized the best vantage point would be on the other side of the river. This meant I needed to cross said river. Which meant I needed my water shoes. I zipped on back up the trail to the car to get them. That is where I found my wife and second child sitting, waiting. Lame! Aren’t you two going to go down to see the waterfall? No, you can’t get to it, she said. What are you talking about, how could you possibly know that? I can tell from the bridge, she said. Ugh! There is a good view of the falls at the bottom of the trail! You need to go down there! Well, finally she relented and went down to see it. In the meantime, I found that crossing the river, well, was not difficult at all, but was indeed a lot deeper than it looked to be. The water rose up to my thighs, getting my pants slightly on the damp side. Nonetheless, I made it across without incident and set up shop to take my photos.

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.

On the second morning of our Oregon camping trip, I woke the rest of the family to go hiking. Much to their chagrin. I’m sure they would rather sleep in then get up so darn awful early. But I wanted them all to at least see some waterfalls with me, especially this one: Munson Creek Falls.

At 319 feet high, Munson Creek Falls is the tallest waterfall in the Oregon coast range. We arrived at the trailhead very early in the morning, which as it turns out was not all that necessary. The fog was a nice touch of surprise. Don’t tell my family I did not have to get them up so early. No one was up and around except the mosquitoes. I gathered up the troops at the trailhead and we set off quickly to the falls in hopes that the mosquitoes would not follow us to the waterfall. It seemed to work. The mosquitoes did not seem to be biting when we arrived at the waterfall viewpoint. This allowed me to take some time to photograph it. Unfortunately there is not much of a viewpoint, as there is a lot of tree branches and logs in the way, and it is not possible to get any closer to the waterfall. It is still a magnificent cascade.

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.

Clarence Creek Falls was my next stop after Alder Glen Falls. When you get to the top of the falls along the road, it is quickly seen there is no way to view the waterfall. Except for some craziness, that is. It would be nice if there was a good view from the road. Especially when you consider that the Forest Service has a nice road sign along the highway telling unsuspecting visitors to come see Clarence Creek Falls just a mile up the dirt road off the highway. Then they get up there expecting to see a nice waterfall, but no-siree-Bob. No luck for them.

So that is where the craziness begins for certain people. Not those unsuspecting visitors. But people like myself who know beforehand what to expect here. Yet even for me, I made it much tougher on myself than need be. Walking back from the turnout down the road, looking for a way down the steep slope to the bottom of the waterfall. I somehow missed the proper path down. Continuing further down the road, I see a route that looked do-able. Not as steep. But it was pretty much a nightmare. The route consisted of a big hack through stinging nettles, the ground was very crumbly and unstable with hidden holes, and pretty steep as well. I had to be extremely careful, and more than once considered giving up. There was no path, it seemed as though no one had been down here before. This did not really make sense. I was sure that others certainly would have been down here before. I persevered, however, and after far too much effort, I made it to the waterfall.

It is a pretty nice waterfall, 45 ft. high, but difficult to photograph. This straight on angle was pretty much the only option. When I went to go back up to the top, I certainly did not want to go back the same way I came down. Lo and behold, I found a different path going up to the top, which was much more traveled, and much much easier than whacking through those stinging nettles over unstable ground. I completely missed seeing this path on the way down, and I don’t know how because it was fairly obvious from the road. Sigh.