Showing posts with label watson falls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watson falls. Show all posts

Friday, August 14, 2020

North Umpqua Waterfalls


Edwin came up with this crazy idea of hiking to a bunch of waterfalls on a bunch of short trails. Seemed like an interesting concept so Cleve and I both joined him for this multi-trailed multi-waterfalled sortie which began at touristy Watson Falls. Now, I do see Watson Falls on a regular basis because the parking lot at the base of the falls is a designated pit stop when driving to trails further east into the Cascades. The cascade is readily visible from the parking lot and provides a nice ambience before and after the emptying of bladders and other disgusting body parts. On the other hand, the stench of human offal emanating from the pit toilets do detract somewhat from the beauty of the waterfall. It's better to grab the trail to the falls and get away from that certain essénce du pit stoppe wafting in the breeze. 

Splash landing at Watson Falls

The short trail climbed steadily next to Watson Creek tumbling over, around, and through the rock pile formed by the crumbling of the cliffs above. At 292 feet, Watson Falls is one of the taller cascades in Oregon and while we are partial to all our waterfalls in Douglas County, it is one of the prettier ones. A small crowd of visitors oohed and aahed appropriately at the misty torrents hanging in the air like 292 foot tall literal shower curtains. 

Whitehorse Falls is just a short walk
away from the campground parking lot

Next up was Whitehorse Falls, a place which I'd visited just once in my life and that was when I had young children with me. That leads me to an odd little factoid, too. I have taken my children on plenty of hikes and they all hated it at the time but now remember hiking with such fondness. Despite the incorrect warm fuzzy memories, they still don't hike but my grandchildren can't get enough. Don't ask me why this is so, I have no clue. Anyway, the walk to the cascade was shorter than this paragraph but the cascade falling into its punch bowl shared with several logs was certainly attractive enough.

One small piece of feathery Clearwater Falls

Not on the itinerary but since we were in the area, we also paid a visit to Clearwater Falls. These falls were perhaps the most geologically interesting because the Clearwater River births into existence about a mile above the falls when it emerges fully formed from underground. Because the porous volcanic soil is so amenable to water flowing underneath, the river simultaneously flows above and under the earth. All underground water conduits must submit to the Earth's gravitational pull at the falls however, so the appearance is that of the cliffs leaking water at the white-watered cascade. This is one of my favorite waterfalls and much photography ensued. 

Lemolo Falls in all its thundering glory

Next up was Lemolo Falls and the hike on the east side resembled a real hike, complete with the rough and dusty drive to the trailhead. I've always walked to Lemolo Falls on the North Umpqua Trail on the west side and unfortunately, the venerable trail only offers partial views of the falls unless you want to cling to trees above a precipitous drop, and I d
on't. On the east side of the river though, the Lemolo Falls Trail takes hikers right to the windblown base of the thundering cascade. Watson Falls may be taller but Lemolo Falls carries a lot more volume and makes a lot more noise.

Waterfall-driven mist is a constant at Lemolo Falls

It was hard to adequately photograph the splendor of the falls because the sun shone directly into the camera and also because the perpetual spray constantly clouded up the camera lens. I did my best, scrambling up a damp and mossy slope to shoot a few pictures that hopefully didn't involve any barked shins from scrabbling over slippery rocks. 

Photogenic Warm Spring Falls

One more rough and dusty drive delivered us to the trailhead at Warm Spring Falls. The hike to the falls was not much of a hike at all, ending in about 0.3 miles at a railed wooden platform overlooking the photogenic cascade. This was my first visit to Warm Spring Falls and I must say I was impressed. The falls tumble over a rocky overhang comprised of hexagonal basaltic pillars, splashing into a bowl with a pile of rocks directly underneath the cataract. 

Quality shade time on the North Umpqua River

By this time we had hiked to five waterfalls and managed to get in around six miles of hiking. Seemed like hardly worth all the trouble to drive to all these trailheads so we quickly came up with the idea of hiking on the North Umpqua Trail down to the overlook of Lemolo Falls. 

Just another nameless cascade on the river

The forest surrounding the North Umpqua River was green and lush, and certainly the shade was much appreciated on an increasingly warm afternoon. Bees, butterflies, and beetles cavorted and frolicked upon the late summer flowers and we partook of ripe thimbleberry and dewberry for extra sustenance. As stated, only a partial view of Lemolo Falls was offered but there were other smaller nameless cascades that were impressive in their own right. 

Ripe thimbleberries slowed our progress a bit 

All told, we wound up hiking 9.6 miles, a worthy distance, especially with the many aqueous wonders seen on this hike. Good thing we left it to Edwin to plan this busy outing, it had been a fun day indeed. For more photos of this hike, please visit the Flickr album






Saturday, September 24, 2016

Pig Iron






This hike on the Pig Iron Trail was kind of exciting! Lane had discovered it and it was on a trail that I had never been on before. Well, technically speaking he didn't really discover it as the Pig Iron Trail has been in existence for years, but it was a discovery for me and all our friends in our Douglas County hiking circles. At any rate, Pig Iron Trail had that new trail smell about it that had me squealing like a piggy, and not in a "Deliverance" sort of way, either.


Pig Iron is further up there somewhere
Pig Iron Mountain is a highpoint on the terminus of Watson Ridge, which overlooks the confluence of the North Umpqua and Clearwater Rivers. The trail to Pig Iron Lookout is not used very much and as a consequence, the tread flat out disappears at times, particularly in the grassy areas. Fortunately, there are rock cairns erected by the spirits of hikers past to guide us along the faint parts. And just in case, Lane had pre-hiked this trail in preparation for his hike-leader debut (yes, it was his first time!) and had left pink ribbons tied to trees to mark the way. By the way, this is not the first time I've had to use "Lane" and "pink ribbons" in a blogpost sentence. Just sayin'.

Lupine, eager to distribute morning dew onto pant legs
Anyway, after crossing Clearwater Canal on a footbridge, the trail charged up a hill through damp vegetation that wet pant legs in short order. And speaking of pants, there were plenty of those as we were soon breathing heavily due to the exertion expended on the climb up to Pig Iron. But no complaints, the forest we were hiking through was just beautiful with the morning sun filtering through the forest. Evaporating dew caught the light nicely as did water droplets sparkling on pine needles.

Lane scrambles out onto a rocky point


As the path gained elevation, small meadows showed up here and there. As stated, we had to use our routefinding skills when the trail tread disappeared in the brown grass. Between cairns and Lane's pretty pink ribbons, we were always able to stay on track. Not that I count or anything like that, but there were exactly 21 switchbacks on the way up. Occasionally, we'd scramble out to a rocky viewpoint on a switchback to take in some stunning scenery.

Pig Iron Lookout and one incredible view
The grade eased up just before the trail met up with the gravel road leading to Pig Iron Lookout. And best of all, the road angled gently downhill to the lookout, making quads and hamstrings happy. Beneath the wooden lookout tower, we plopped down on a rocky perch and ate lunch while soaking in the view.



John and Edwin enjoy life on Pig Iron
The sun was out, the sky was blue and cloudless, and mountains and valleys gently rolled along, carpeted with a blue green fuzz of forest. Right below our ridge crest aerie, reposed the man-made lake with the rather non-poetic name of Clearwater Forebay #2. The forebay was sited on the confluence of the Clearwater and North Umpqua Rivers and although we could not really see either river, their canyons were eminently notable.

Diamond Peak lets us know winter is coming
In the distance, the rock pillars of Rattlesnake, Old Man, and Eagle Rocks pointed skywards like accusing fingers of stone. The Boulder Creek Wilderness looked somewhat tattered and worn, thanks to a large burn scar received courtesy of several recent and frequent forest fires. Diamond Peak was sporting a fresh dusting of snow and ditto for the tip of Mount Bailey. Lunch just tastes better when wrapped around a view.

The entire color wheel of autumn
All good things come to an end and we reluctantly gathered up our gear and walked up the road and then down the trail. Downhill is easier than uphill but a different set of leg muscles were nonetheless aching by the time we arrived at the trailhead. Sometimes it feels like I have hiked every trail in the Umpqua National Forest so it was quite a pleasant sensation to hike on a totally new trail for me. Especially without hearing banjo music, if you get my drift (another "Deliverance" reference!).

Bridge over Clearwater Canal
For more pictures of this hike, please visit the Flickr album.