
This was what I hoped to get when I drove there, got my snowshoes on and started off in the direction of the waterfall. With the bitter cold weather we had had, I knew the falls would be frozen. The path was full of footprints, but none belonging to a human being. Coyotes? Maybe. Deer? Probably. Raccoon and other wildlife, certainly. But no people. And I was out of cell phone range. And alone. And it was getting late. I was determined to get the photograph, so kept going, knowing my footprints would lead me back to the car if I got lost in the dense fores where the trees were bowed low with the heavy burden of snow on evergreen branches. Or if I failed to go home and a search party came looking for me they could use those footprints… hopefully. After I had gone into the woods for a distance I was able to follow the sound of the water.
I got to the top of the falls and saw this. Frozen solid. I could hear the water … but not see any. I didn't dare try to make it down the steep snow covered slope/cliff to the bottom to see if there was a better vantage point, as I suspected getting up would be much slower (especially if I fell) and possibly very difficult and if I hurt myself I could have been lying there for some time before anyone came to look for me. Call me a coward.
So this is the photograph I took. Disappointing. But c'est la vie. You can't always get what you want.
Note to self: Make sure you get to this spot by noon, or even a bit before when the sun is low in the winter, as it is in such a dip and so deep in the woods that no light will penetrate much after that.
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