This was a trip I took up Little River to Little River Rock back in December 2012.

These cheesy “sunbeams through the fog and trees” shots were taken at E-mile campground, which is exactly where I took another picture very similar.  (Funny enough, I saw a picture nearly identical to this last one entered in a photo contest at the local county fair.  It was close enough I took a picture of it with my phone and compared later to make sure it wasn’t mine.  Wasn’t the same, but was eerie how similar they were.)  And I’m not sure if it’s Emile, E Mile, or E-mile, as I’ve seen it listed as all three at various times on official things.  It should be Emile, since it’s near Emile Creek, but then again, that might make too much sense.


This was one of those, “Hey, I wonder what’s down this road” finds.  What really piqued my curiosity on that road was the 4 consecutive massive mud puddles to drive through.  This is a pretty cool little spot.  I think there’s another interesting spot down the river a ways, but it’s in a canyon and it was really icy.

Back down the road a ways…


…another pretty spot.  Little River is littered with this kind of scenery.

And, here’s another:

This is just upstream from Wolf Creek.  I think it would be cool to see this from the other bank, but it was going to take more time than it was worth, at least today.


These two were taken next to the prior area.  It was hard to frame-out the Wolf Creek Job Corps, power lines, road, fences, etc.


These pictures of the black mushrooms were taken along the Wolf Creek Trail.  I really like the last one best.  It reminds me of a fuzzy, slightly out of focus picture you find in some old book that shows a mysterious, vaguely-rumored specimen in a remote rain forest.  It’s just practice for when I get my chance to take a picture of Bigfoot…


Huge, foreboding, ominous.  The pictures don’t really do justice to being there.  I stand and stare every time.


There were white sparkly bits on the moss along the face, but the camera didn’t really pick them up well.  Probably ice, as everything was frozen all day.


At some point, I would like to hike further up this creek, but the only way to do it safely is from within the treeline.  This might be the most deceptively dangerous place I’ve ever been.  There is only about a 1/2 inch of water flowing, it’s super slick and very steep.  There is nothing in the creek, just a single sheet of slimy rock that the water flows over.  The vegetation-covered areas next to it are part of the same piece of rock.  The grass is less than an inch deep and wipes down to the rock off with ease.  If someone hiked up the creek itself, I’d imagine they’d get a couple hundred yards up and get stuck. “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”