When I returned to the area where I’d lived and worked the last two camping season (mid May through mid October), we went the long way. We were trying to catch up with The Big Boss Man so I could introduce The Man to him while The Man was freshly shaved and wearing clean clothes. We thought The Big Boss Man would be at the campground where he sleeps, so we took the most direct route there.
In the mountains, even the most direct route is not necessarily so direct. The “direct” route to The Big Boss Man’s campground is twisting, turning, winding–one switchback after another. Even Google Maps says it takes 45 minutes to go 25 miles on that part of the mountain. Because the road is so difficult, I seldom go that way to Babylon.
Going that way did allow us to see a waterfall I’d seen before. In years past, the water flowing over the rocks had been a thin trickle. Still, the falls was exciting because it was right there, right off the road, easy to pull up to and take photos of.
This is the photo I took of the falls in May 2015:
I could tell it had been a wet winter because when we saw the falls in late June 2017, the water was rushing and splasing over the rocks.
Stop the van! The Man yelled, and I did so he could jump out a take a photo of the waterfall. I wasn’t
thrilled to be stopped on a curvy mountain road, but he was fast with his photo shoot (and thankfully,
there’s not much traffic on that stretch of highway).
I took my photos a week or so later when we stopped there again (this time in a proper turnout) on our
way to visit a tree. I not only photographed the falls, I stood in the little pool at the bottom. The water was so cold and refreshed not only my feet, but all of me.
This photo from July 2017 shows the difference a season with a good amount of snow can make to a waterfall:
I took the photos in this post.