Leon Turnbull Photography

Does this look like Lemolo Falls to you? If you have been to Lemolo Falls and know what it looks like, I am sure you are thinking something is not right with this photo!

The last two waterfalls I wanted to visit in the Diamond Lake area were Warm Springs Falls and Lemolo Falls. On the drive out to Warm Springs, we found that the road was closed due to construction. That was a bit of a bummer, and I’m not sure if there was another way to get around to that waterfall, but I turned around and decided to just head on over to Lemolo Falls. Now … I do know the proper way to hike to Lemolo Falls. However, I saw a sign along the road that said “Lemolo Falls, 1.5 miles”. This was a secondary trail that I had not heard about before, and since it was about the same distance as the “proper” hike, and since it was right here and meant I did not have to drive all the way around to the other trailhead, I decided to try this hike. Big mistake. I figured, however, that this trail either joined up with the other trail, or it would give me a good view of the falls from the other side of the canyon, perhaps even a better view.

Well … the hike itself was very lovely and probably much better than the other hike, as it followed the river the whole way down to the falls. There were plenty of small cascades along the river in the 5 to 10 ft. high range. It was certainly a beautiful hike. Eventually, the trail approached the top of the falls and I realized that I would not be getting a very good view point of the waterfall. The trail continued on down the river but did not go to the bottom of the falls, and the viewpoints on this side of the creek were mostly unmentionable. I scrambled down to this (dangerous) spot right near the top of the falls. This was the best view I could find. It was definitely a bit on the freaky side with steep dropoffs and questionable footing. I tied up my dog because she was making me nervous walking around close to the cliff edge, and I sure didn’t want her to fall. It is really a pretty nice and quite different view of this waterfall, so I’m not complaining too much. I still think, though, I would have been better off going the proper route.

Getting back to Oregon now … After visiting the tallest waterfall in the Diamond Lake area (Watson Falls), we immediately went to the smallest (Whitehorse Falls). This little guy is only about 15 ft. tall. For some reason, I couldn’t get an accurate reading on my laser rangefinder, so I’m only guessing at the height. ha ha. But it’s definitely not higher than 15 feet. Still though, it’s a pretty little thing.

One evening last week, I went on a wild adventure to Wentworth Springs up on Ice House Rd. This was the 3rd time this year I have tried to get to a waterfall up there. Would the 3rd time be a charm?

The first time, I got stopped by too much snow on the road. The second time, there was still too much snow on the road, but I tried snowshoeing in from Loon Lake instead. I did not get very far that way. The only option was to wait until the snow had melted on the road. Would it be melted now?

Wentworth Springs is about 9 miles from the turnoff to Loon Lake, so I started counting down the miles the closer I got. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 … now there was snow on the road. I was thinking “uh oh”, but it wasn’t too much to stop me yet. 3, 2 … and then I came to a dead end.

There was a sign on the road for the Rubicon Trail, followed by a huge puddle and a fast rushing creek flowing over the road. I did not realize that the road to Wentworth Springs was actually part of the Rubicon Trail. Easily passable if you have a high clearance jeep, but not so much with a low clearance SUV. There was no way to continue further in my vehicle. But not too hard to continue on foot … or bike … and I was only two miles from the waterfall. I just happened to have my bike with me, for this very reason. And it would be a lot faster on bike than foot, so I thought.

So I put on my water shoes, packed my camera gear into my bike pannier bag, strapped my tripod onto the bike rack with bungy cords, and set off on the wild adventure. The first item of business was crossing the creek, so I just had to lift my bike above the rushing waters and wade across. It was not too difficult. Soon after, I came to a second fast rushing creek. Would this be a frequent theme? I crossed again, and continued biking. There were no more rushing creeks to cross after this, but there were a heckuva lot of huge puddles, very deep, and stretching right across the entire road. I had to frequently get off my bike, walk through the huge puddles carrying my bike over them as best I could, then get back on the bike on the other side. It was slow going.

Finally I came to a crossing of Jerrett Creek (where fortunately, there was a bridge). According to my GPS, this was where the waterfall that I was looking for should be. There was a small waterfall on Jerrett Creek just up from the bridge which looked like a pretty nice cascade, but this was not what I was looking for. I was looking for a waterfall on Gerle Creek, but I did not see Gerle Creek anywhere. According to my GPS, Jerrett Creek dumped into Gerle Creek downstream from here, and that is where the waterfall should be. So I ditched the bike, and started scrambling down the creek. But it was very difficult. Firstly, there was a heckuva lot of brush. Secondly, Jerrett Creek was going every which way but loose. The entire area was flooded and it was very swampy, so I essentially had to splash my way through the swampy area and try to follow the main branch of the creek downstream. The creek was ice cold, and my feet were starting to get numb. I knew that I could not continue like this for very much longer and considered turning back. Finally I reached Gerle Creek, but there was no waterfall there as my GPS was telling me there should be. So I had to turn back. When I got back close to the road, that is when I saw the waterfall. There it was, on Gerle Creek, and right beside the road! If I had just continued biking up the road a short distance after passing Jerrett Creek, I would have seen it! Well, talk about wasted effort (but good exercise at least, I guess). Anyway, I retrieved my bike and walked up to the waterfall.

By now it was getting quite late, very close to sunset (and I still had to bike all the way back to my vehicle). I scrambled down to the creek as quick as possible and took my pictures. Then I went back to the waterfall I saw on Jerrett Creek and scrambled up there to shoot that waterfall as well. When I was all done, the sun had already set. I did not even take the time to measure the height of the waterfalls. I had a 30 minute bike ride back to the car, and I knew it would be dark by the time I got back. So off I went back down the road as fast my legs could peddle. It was actually much faster going back. I biked right through some of those puddles instead of walking through them (for the big ones though, I still had to walk). Along the way, I met up with some folks parked on the side of the road with their jeeps. They were trying to drive the Rubicon Trail. They probably thought it very strange to see a bike rider coming along in the near darkness. I talked to them for a couple minutes, but I had to get going quickly. I got back to my car just as it was getting quite dark. An excellent evening, and I was very glad to have found these two waterfalls. But I think there is a lot more in this area, and I will have to get back there to do more exploring some day.

I was very ecstatic when I learned that the trail to Toketee Falls was open. This trail has been closed since the spring of 2008 when a huge storm pounded this area and caused heavy damage to the trail and viewing platform at Toketee Falls. I had heard that the trail was not supposed to open until next year, but I also knew of people who had gone in there earlier this year (at risk of a $5000 fine), and they had indicated that the trail had been completely re-built. I wondered about this. Toketee Falls was one of the main waterfalls that I wanted to see on my trip to Oregon. I’ve been wanting to see this one for years now. Would I risk a huge fine by going in there even though it was still closed? I don’t know if I would or not. With my luck, I would get caught and a $5000 fine is something I sure could not afford. Nonetheless, we stopped at the trailhead on our way past and lo and behold, the trail was open! Hoo yah! I was so excited and happy to see this! This trail now being open made the whole trip to Oregon worthwhile for me. It must have opened on Memorial Day. I was ecstatic. We would be one of the very first people in to see Toketee Falls (legally) in 3 years and this is probably one of the very first photos taken of this falls (legally) in 3 years.

Toketee Falls was flowing very heavily as well, due to all the recent rain. The river was just pounding down this gorge, an amazing sight. Toketee Falls certainly lives up to its name (“graceful”), but it was also very powerful with all the water flow.

The forecast had indicated the worst day of our trip would be Wednesday with rain scheduled all day. Well, it was a lot worse than just that. The rain started Tuesday afternoon and evening, and did not let up all night or all the next day. The already saturated ground around our campsite turned into a very large pond. But it was a lot worse than just that. The wind was a nightmare. It started Tuesday evening before we went to bed. We battened down the hatches as best we could. But the wind got worse as the night went on. Sometime during the early morning hours, the wind literally blew our tent down. I went out in the pouring rain to see what I could do. However, the ground was so saturated and wet that I could not drive the stakes back into the ground. The wind kept pounding the side of the tent. There was nothing that could be done, so I made the call to the rest of the family inside the tent: “abandon ship!”. We got everyone (dog included) out of the tent and into the SUV where it was dry. The tent was left abandoned to the elements. At that point, most everything in the tent was still dry. But the wind and rain kept pounding the tent. The ground was now a small lake. By morning, the water eventually made its way into the tent, getting a lot of our clothes wet.

What could we do? We had one more day scheduled at this campground, but everything was soaking wet. Even if the rain had stopped, it would have been still impossible to get everything dry by that night (and it was supposed to continue raining all day long – which it did). We decided to pack up everything, and throw everything wet and all into the back of the Gator (we call our SUV the Gator because it is dark green). Tara and I went out in the rain to do this, while the kids stayed dry in the vehicle. We then made our way into town and found a place for breakfast. At breakfast, we took a family vote. The options were either to (1) drive back to California to Nana and Papa’s at Red Bluff, or (2) drive to Diamond Lake as originally planned, but stay for a night in the lodge there instead of camping. Camping was just not an option since everything was so soaked and there was no way to get it dry by day’s end. Jadon voted for California, Nekoda voted for Diamond Lake, and Tara voted for Diamond Lake as well (but I was sure she did this just to appease me). That left me with the deciding vote, and I voted for California. Time to tuck in my tail and run home.

Now I know all of you Oregonians will be saying “you wimpy Californian!”. What’s wrong with a little bit of rain, anyway? And you would probably be right. I love the rain, but camping in the pouring rain with everything completely soaked is not a fun experience, especially with kids. At least you Oregonians can go home to a dry house at the end of the day, right? Not only that, but the forecast was not getting any better. More rain was coming on Thursday and Friday, with a warning of flooding on Friday due to excessive rain and snow melt (the Pineapple Express was on its way). It just didn’t look very good.

But on the drive back, I changed my vote. My reasoning was as follows: The rain on Wednesday was supposed to let up by the end of the day, and Thursday morning was supposed to be just cloudy, with the next rain not beginning until Thursday afternoon. If we stayed for one night at Diamond Lake in the lodge, then we could get up in the morning and see quite a few waterfalls in the area before the rain started up again. Then we could drive back to California later that day, and get out of there before any flooding started on Friday. I would not get to see all the waterfalls I had planned to see, but at least I would get to see quite a few of them. Also, I would have been very disappointed and regretful if I had just gone back to California too soon.

So that is exactly what we did. The rain was constant and heavy all day on Wednesday as expected. By evening, after dinner time, it let up a bit and finally stopped during the night. We woke on Thursday to cloudy skies with even a bit of sun poking through. Perfect.

This is one of the waterfalls we saw on Thursday morning, majestic Watson Falls, 272 ft. high. It is the tallest waterfall in the Diamond Lake area, and certainly one of the best. We all hiked up to the upper viewpoint, which is right beside the falls. It is an awesome experience standing there, as you will get completely drenched (even more so than from all that crazy rain). Both Jadon and Nekoda loved this experience, saying it was very awesome. This is why I love waterfalls so much.