Sidda Falls

I took a solo trip back up to try and get a better view of Sidda Falls.

I found a trail leading most of the way down to the creek, except it was so wet and steep, I found the going easier walking next to it.

 

I came across a really nice spot in the forest.  None of these pictures turned out that great.

 

I also tried to get a bunch of macro shots and this is all I have to show for that whole section.

 


The walls of this mini-canyon just keep going and going.  To illustrate the steepness of the canyon, when I finally got back to the car, it was 60 degrees.  On the creek, it couldn't have been more than 40.  Last trip, everything was frozen.  This trip, it was still cold, but not cold enough to freeze loose water, which meant that even though it was probably 10 degrees warmer, I was a lot colder because I was a lot wetter.

[I just reread that paragraph and it probably doesn't make any sense to a normal person...]

 

This rock looks like it is standing still while the water is moving around it quickly.  Quite the photographic illusion...

 

Some off-trail adventures are fairly straight-forward bushwhacks.  Others require "things to be done".  This adventure required both.

Like last time, there were huge boulders, logjams, and brush to navigate.  This was further down the creek and the canyon narrowed to quite the pinch, forcing me to choose between climbing a couple hundred feet and leave the creek (which negates me being there in the first place) or climb through a massive landslide.  It took a while to clear the landslide, which appeared to be recent.  Ahead, the creek becomes a box canyon, leaving no room at all on either side.  The falls were just ahead, though I couldn't see them.

I had to guess which side of the creek to stay on.  My only choice was to cross the creek, then climb up on the other side, where the only views of the falls was.  This meant backtracking along a sketchy log crossing.

 

First log walk.  Toward the end of that log, it was very bouncy.  And the space between it and the next log was wider than it looks on this picture.  A little sketchy right there...

 

Second log walk.  This one was sturdier, even though the log was split in half.  You can also see the last half of the landslide behind it.

 

Third log walk.  Not too bad for a wet, snowy logjam.

I debated whether I should just jump as far as I could and deal with being wet.  Really, a lot of that internal debate was if I could have made it if I were 18 again ("Dude!  Totally!").  Giving in to the fact that Father Time is undefeated, I solemnly did my best Rube Goldberg and crossed on the intersecting logs.

 

This is a nice looking patch of boulders/logs/landslide.  It was huge and a pain to get around.  But the falls were just ahead.

 

This is that waterfall we dropped in on top of the first time, the one Jeremiah Osborne-Gowey's dog nearly skidded off.  The terrain is sheer rock on both sides of the creek here, so the only way to get closer is to get wet.  I wasn't in the wading mood, so I started climbing to get as good of a view as I safely could.

Our estimate before was anywhere from 50 to 80 feet.  Looking at it from below, we're probably looking at a 50' waterfall, at most.  I think the name for this waterfall should be Sidda Falls.

 

This is a soggy wasp's nest.  At this point, I was a soggy mess.  The ground was steep enough here that I really didn't have to bend over much to take the picture.  Because I didn't want to climb back through that huge landslide again, I decided to hike out and walk the road around to the car, as we did last time.  Except...last time was a hike, this was a climb.  On this portion, the grade was usually in the 50% range, often hitting 60%, and peaking at 70%.  The steepest road in the world has a 35% grade.  Steep terrain combined with brush, bare patches of loose dirt on rock knobs.  That 70% was part snow, part mud on a vegetation-free knob.  Very unpleasant.

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