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This is my Eastern Sierra, Carson Iceberg Wilderness,California- backpacking trip- Sep 2018. This was my last backpacking trip of the season, although the new season (the new waterfall season – that is) starts in October. I had an awesome trip to see Carson Falls and Llewellyn Falls in the Carson Iceberg Wilderness. I hiked through Bear Alley (I saw more bear scat than I’ve seen in my entire life combined – or pretty close to it). I almost froze on the second night as it was much colder than anticipated from the forecast. I saw many fabulous Fall Colors and incredibly beautiful landscape. It was a fantastic trip.

Many years ago someone told me about a waterfall on the North Fork Cosumnes River, but he was extremely vague about its location. Nonetheless, at that time, I went down to explore the area where he had told me to go, and searched the river up and down and found nothing, except for a 5 foot high falls. I figured that was all she wrote, as has happened often before when people tell me about waterfalls which are not waterfalls at all. A 5 foot drop is not a waterfall people! Indeed, my wife just recently showed me a picture of a little so-called waterfall where she took a photo of our daughter. It is a beautiful photo, but it is not a waterfall! Yet she insisted it was.

Well, fast forward to this summer. As I explored Google Earth during the off season, as I always do, I discovered what seemed to be a potentially big waterfall drop on the same river. I decided to check it out. This would be a scouting mission for the spring, because I was not expecting the waterfall to be flowing too much in mid October. As it happens, it was very close to where my friend had told me about many years before. Could this be what he was referring to after all? I suppose it is possible, but I am thinking not. This waterfall was extremely well hidden, with very difficult and cliffy access. It was no cakewalk, and I saw no evidence that people were ever down here before. I only saw a bear trail along the cliff side (and why they would be going down here, I have absolutely no idea).

I tried to get here last week but failed miserably. It was pretty easy to get to the top of the waterfall, but you cannot view the falls from there. I tried to get to the bottom, but there was no way. There was a cliff ledge on the other side of the river across from the falls. If I could get there, then maybe, just maybe, I could view the waterfall, but crossing the river at the top of the falls was not an option. It was not because of the flow in the river, but because of the cliffs on the other side. This is one crazy location. The waterfall is tucked in between these cliffs on both sides of the river, and it was not going to give up its views very easily. The only possibility I saw was to approach it from the top, on the other side. I would have to come back another day to try that, but I did not have much hope. It looked extremely steep and cliffy.

I tried again the next week. No surprise, the descent from the other side was crazy steep. The drop-offs were severe. The waterfall, as I said, is extremely well hidden, especially from this other side. You cannot see the falls, or even see where it is located. I could not see the cliff ledge that I wanted to get to either, as it is also hidden. I definitely did not want to approach the river above or below the waterfall because I would be cliffed out and then have to backtrack. As I got closer to the river, I finally saw some clues to where I should be, and then finally got a view of that hidden ledge. I used my rope to be safe, and lo and behold, and shockingly, I found a way down onto that cliff ledge. From there, I was looking down on the waterfall, and I could see the entire drop, a beautiful 47 ft. high falls in two tiers. I was standing on the very edge of the cliff to get this view. What a sweet view. Now THIS is a waterfall. I will definitely be returning here in the spring when the river is much higher.

Ansel Adams Wilderness, Eastern Sierra Nevada backpacking- Sep 2018. An amazing 3 day adventure into the Minarets at Devils Postpile National Monument, Inyo National Forest at Mammoth Lakes. I saw so may beautiful waterfalls, magnificent lakes, and stunning vistas: Upper Minaret Falls, Minaret Lake, Cecile Lake, Iceberg Lake, Ediza Lake Falls, Ediza Lake, Shadow Lake, Shadow Creek Falls, Shadow Lake Falls. Wow. The scenery was absolutely incredible. The descent from Cecile down to Iceberg Lakes was very treacherous and slow going. We called it the WALL OF DEATH. Yikes. Join me on this remarkable backpacking adventure.

I woke. It was two hours before sunrise. The wind had picked up enormously. It was not shaking my tent much, but it still kept me awake for those two hours. At sunrise, I got up, I packed up camp, and ate my breakfast. It would be another fairly long hike to my next destination, Llewellyn Falls. I have not been to this falls before. It is one you could do as a day hike if you wanted, but it is way off the beaten path from civilization, and that is why I had not been out to it yet. Plus it is not particularly big. A long way to go for a small waterfall. But as I was in the area seeing Carson Falls, a second night spent at Llewellyn Falls was a good plan.

I left camp at about 8AM. I hiked through Bear Alley. I saw no bears. Bummer.

I hiked all the way back on the same trail to Silver King Creek … along the East Carson River, crossing the East Carson River, past Soda Springs Ranger station, up the massive 1000 ft. hill from the river, and back to the junction of the trail to Llewellyn Falls at Silver King Creek. Silver King Creek had more flow than the East Carson River. This is strange. I could rock hop across the river, but nothing doing at this creek. I had to wade across. The water was up to my shins, and it was FREEZING cold. The creek seemed more like spring than autumn. From there I still have 4 miles up the valley. It is an enormously long valley. It seemed to never end, and it took quite a long time to hike that 4 miles (it was probably more like 8 miles – well, it seemed like that anyway). It was also very flat. Surely no waterfalls could live here. Finally I arrived at the end of the flat never ending valley, turned the corner, and climbed up the short hill. I was now close to the waterfall. A trail sign indicated an off shoot path over to the waterfall. I sure hoped there would be a campsite there. I was even more concerned there would not be any here (more so than at Carson). No need to worry. There were a few nice ones at the top of the falls, and an easy way to get down to the creek for water.

In the evening, I went down to the waterfall. It is not particularly impressive, only about 25 ft. high and that is including the upper cascades. Still, it is nice to visit once. I had to cross the creek to photograph the waterfall, which was difficult because the creek was flowing rather swift below the falls. To see all the tiers, I had to climb up the cliff on the other side. This was not bad. Crossing the creek was much trickier.
So I made it to the two waterfalls that I wanted to in Carson Iceberg Wilderness. Success. I just had a short hike the next day back to the trailhead. Except …

DAY 3.

I was FROZEN solid in the night. Cue the song. Well, maybe I was not frozen solid, but my water shoes were certainly frozen solid. I was FREEZING solid. The temperature was surely 10 degrees colder than the first night. I screwed up. I only checked the weather forecast at Carson Falls beforehand. I figured Llewellyn would be about the same. It is slightly higher in elevation but only 10 miles away. It surely could not be more than a couple degrees colder. Wrong. I guessed it was around 35-37 degrees the second night, and I did not pack enough warm clothes because I figured it would not be that cold. The first night at Carson, I was toasty, but the second night at Llewellyn not so much. I had all my clothes on me and in my 17 degree bag, but I was still cold. If I had just checked the weather forecast properly, I am sure I would have brought more clothes and would have been very fine. In the morning I awoke at sunrise, got up and packed. It was tough to do this because of the temperature. I should have just stayed in my sleeping bag another hour or so but I could not sleep anymore anyway. Mostly it was just my hands that were so cold. I did not bring my gloves. Lesson learned. Once the sun came out though, I warmed up very quickly. It was a good hike back to my car, and a wonderful 3 days in the Carson Iceberg Wilderness.