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This serene scene was captured up stream from Blue Hen Falls in Cuyahoga Valley National Park. I actually crawled down under the foot bridge in order to get to get as close to the stream and the longest view as I could without having the foot bridge in frame.
My brother, Alika, came into town from Maui for the AMA Spring Creek Nationals in Millville, and was ready for the action with his FMF straw hat and air horn to support his favorite riders.
2024-09-09, Day 3
My friend and backpacking accomplice of over 30 years peers hesitatingly down the steep scree slope that provides the only walkable route from Hoge Pass down to the Donjek River valley, Kluane National Park, Yukon. Far below, poplar clad slopes sit above the bed of Hoge Creek and reveal where we eventually must travel.
Descending the scree slope at the left of the frame is the only time my friend and I have ever felt any sort of fear while navigating the backcountry. The right side of the scree slope is precipitous and appears to be well over 45 degrees, with a handful of tooth-like rock outcroppings toward the narrowest part of the landscape funnel. We did see footprints through that part of the scree, but it was unclear whether they were human. The angle on the right (the left-most foreground slope in the frame) looked steep enough that I suspect a slip and tumble would lead to a sustained, bruising slide down through the rocks as a best case scenario.
Out of frame to the left, the slope seemed closer to 45 degrees and there was a hint of a path that traversed below an outcropping toward a route that looked steep but with decent footing. In this case, decent footing would be golf- to soft-ball sized scree that shifts underfoot but slides predictably and relatively safely most of the time. The crux of the traverse around the rock outcropping is a 10 meter section of fine, hard-packed, chute-like substrate that must be crossed before the relative safety of the scree could be gained. Reaching this obstacle, my friend balked and I forged ahead, shoving my apprehension aside because there seemed to be no other viable way forward. I was able to make slow, anxiety-ridden progress by kicking edge-like footholds into the substrate. However, as I tried to exit the steep, slippery chute my footing gave way and I found myself in a full-body smear, hands bloodied in several places from grappling frantically with rocks to arrest myself, the backpack making it difficult to adjust balance as needed.
Dirtied and bloodied, I exited the slippery chute, gained the scree and was able to stand upright once more. Turning carefully around to look back the way I had slipped and grasped, my friend was stuck in the middle of the chute, unable to easily turn around (and to what end if he could?) and petrified to move forward and risk slipping and falling. The trekking poles in his hands were of no aid with the difficult, steep substrate. Neither of us carried axes, and while I had a length of rope in my pack, there was nothing to which I could secure myself. As such, extending the rope to my friend would only jeopardize us both should one of us fall with no way to arrest. I watched helplessly as he cursed and kicked tiny footholds into the steep, slippery soil, making slow and nerve-wracking progress. Finally escaping the confines of the chute, the remainder of the descent was reminiscent of skiing through ankle-deep rocks at the angle of repose. I am sure Wallace Stegner would have appreciated the challenge.
Upon returning home, I subsequently learned from someone here on Flickr (Mr. James Page, who descended this same route in 1982) that a solo hiker had an accident and died here in the early 1980s. Evidently his remains were not recovered until the following year due to the difficulty of the terrain. Upon sharing this information with my friend, he remarked that we might have used up more of our luck on this descent than we understood at the time.
On our walk yesterday thru the grasslands to the wetlands. This field and some others in the region are still being used for cutting hay for the nearby farms even so they are part of the forest preserve. I love the blooming clovers. Lucy likes running thru the grasses and in the far distance is the natural gazebo which we frequently take a rest in.
The entire region was once called Spring Valley before the suburban housing and towns were build. Some of the newer towns are only 50-60 years old and the older farming towns are established in the late 1800's.
It is 45 miles west of Chicago and back in 1920'-30's some of the area was a famous hangout for Al Capone.
All older farm houses are unfortunately gone now at times I find old foundations and remnants of an era gone by.
It must've been beautiful living here during this time.
Monster Kawasaki rider, Adam Cianciarulo scrubbing into the rhythm section in 450cc Moto-1 of the Spring Creek AMA National Motocross races in Millville, Minnesota on July 15, 2023.
This is not a good photo, but I wanted to post it as the water is 10 to 12 feet above normal. Our local newspaper said there was over 7 inches of rain in some local areas.
Many thanks for your visits, faves and comments. Cheers. ...from a drive through the Main Range National Park to Queen Mary Falls.
Main Range National Park is on the western part of the Scenic Rimâa spectacular arc of mountains stretching from Mount Mistake to Springbrook in South East Queensland. It comprises 30,170.5 ha and is managed by the Queensland Parks and Wildlife Service (QPWS).
In December 1994, the UNESCO World Heritage Committee officially declared the Gondwana Rainforests of Australia World Heritage AreaExternal link icon over the Scenic Rim (including most of Main Range and Mount Barney national parks and nearly all of Lamington and Springbrook national parks) and the rainforests of northern and central New South Wales.
As part of the Gondwana Rainforests of Australia World Heritage Area, Main Range is an extremely important refuge for many animals. These include a species of land snail, the beautiful Richmond birdwing butterfly, endangered birds (e.g. the eastern bristlebird), amphibians such as the Fleay's barred frog, and mammals such as the spotted-tailed quoll and the Hastings River mouse. Main Range National Park plays a vital role in protecting this rich diversity of globally-significant wildlife.
Differences in the mountains' topography, altitude, aspect and soil characteristics lead to diversity in the park's plant communities, which range from subtropical and cool temperate rainforest to wet and dry sclerophyll forest, montane heath and rock pavement vegetation.
(Source: Queensland Government - www.nprsr.qld.gov.au/parks/main-range/culture.html)
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This grebe was fishing in Spring Creek close to where it enters Bear Lake, Idaho. He would dive and swim a long way before resurfacing, stay on the surface a few seconds, then dive again. Whenever he surfaced I had just a few seconds to spot him and get the shot. I never saw him catch anything.
Addition to an outbuilding with heavy rafters supported by a purlin at the middle designed for heavy snow loads. Beams are fastened by mortise and tenon joints secured with a wood dowel pin. After stringers are placed, concrete tiles will cover the roof.
Article about Kent's work in Nevada: www.lvrj.com/news/45285857.html
Here's an extremely old sign for US 98, dating from Florida's colored shield days. The date on the back was extremely faded, but I believe this sign dates from 1965!
Spring Creek Highway at US 98, Spring Creek.
Wild Morning Glory flowers. Springcreek Park, Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada. 19 July 2015.
2022-23: Judge merit award out of 440 entries in Photocrowd 'Morning Glory flowers (in colour)' competition in April 2023.
Spring Creek - - found this hawk busy eating - - thought it was a Broad Winged Hawk, but its a juvenile Goshawk.
The snow has almost melted and there is very little ice left on spring creek. This may be my last winter shot for this season. I heard and saw red-winged blackbirds tonight for the first time this year, so spring can't be far off.
All the rock along the Yuba is saturated from the mist of the rising river and swift currents slamming into the boulders beneath. In late Summer there is a small beach at the base of the falls one can access, but I suspect with all the water we've gotten this year it may be well into Fall before it appears. In fact, the outcrop of rock I was standing on to get this shot may well be underwater soon as the Spring snowmelt continues. Thanks for looking!
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Spring Creek Falls at its peak flows into the South Yuba River. Thanks so much for taking the time to look!
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These falls are called Tröllafossar, meaning "Waterfall of the Trolls", and they are not the only waterfalls with that name. This one is in the spring creek of Grímsá.
A lot of salmon fishing in this river. There's even a camping site and hey... a restaurant too.
Some exif:
ISO 100 ; f/11 ; 1.6 sec (with 3 stop ND filter) ; @18mm
I think I might be having a black & white 'seizure' these days. I've been looking into the classics :) My next shot will probably be called Ansel.
These falls are called Tröllafossar, meaning "Waterfall of the Trolls", and they are not the only waterfalls with that name. This one is in the spring creek of Grímsá.
A lot of salmon fishing in this river. There's even a camping site and hey... a restaurant too.
Some exif: ISO 100 ; f/11 ; 1.6 sec (with 3 stop ND filter) ; @18mm
Black & white is the thing for me these days.