Chrissy ( the fisherwoman ) told me about an excellent place to take the dogs, as well as it being one of the most gorgeous spots around here. And on both accounts she was dead on.
I took a few photos of the landscape, but it was pointless really. Photos do not do this spot justice, at all.You have to actually be there in body to understand. I just stood in one spot, with my jaw hanging down, amazed at the natural beauty of it all.
Yale, which is about 15 miles north of me, is the smidge of heaven. That little district is steeped in gold rush history. I will definitely become a regular where we were yesterday, and there are hordes of other spots, including forestry roads, where the dogs and I will be adventuring.
And a few photos from yesterday.....
Didn't make it to Flood Falls the other day, too much slushy wet snow falling. I'm a pussy I suppose, 'cause the dogs would have gladly trecked it. I can walk in rain, hail, beating sunshine, but I refuse to do wet slushy snow.
Our walk yesterday began at a field off the highway ( Trans Canada #1 ) that we go to a few times a week. It's also a perfect *pee break* spot for the dogs if I'm driving to Chilliwack. It's the old Hope-Princeton Hwy, an old 2-laner that is overgrown now with blackberry bushes, scrub and fruit trees..... I guess the fruit trees came from the old homesteads that used to line that old highway way back then.
Now the "highway" ( barely a one lane now ) is used by fishermen to get to the good spots to fish. ( Oh! sidenote: My friend Chrissy is a fisherwoman, is fisherwoman a word?? does anyone know where to get fishing gear in adult sizes in the color pink? There is one website, but they are kind of limited....)
You jump over the tracks, head down through a well hacked back scrub and brush to get to this:
To the right of that photo is Herrling Island, a Cottonwood tree farm owned by Scott Paper. They harvest the trees for toilet paper. Poor trees.....
The river is the Fraser River, and it was running pretty fast so I kept Watcher and Frankie on shore. There are alot of still pools in this river but this area is not one of them.
Back up over the tracks and wow, what a pretty scene! Lots and lots of wild Rose bushes!
I love spring. Everything is new and happening! I believe these are new shoots from a Hazelnut tree. ( Frankie in the background )
Here's Frankie urging Watcher and I to hurry our asses. With every day he is becoming more brave. He darts ahead, but always stops and makes sure I am heading in the same direction as he is.
It never fails to boggle my mind when I come across scenes such as the one below. What the hell is it with some people? Where I see a lovely pastoral setting, they see a perfect place to dump their used items....grumble grumble grumble.
Off to Flood Falls......
And this was weird because the trail to the actual Falls has never been marked before, but this time there was this sign:
and it's not even marking the trail! Well, it's marking a trail, but not the one that we normally use. The one we normally take is wide, and well worn. This one was steeper, the ground was loose, and it was difficult to make out a trail at all. But we went up it anyway for a change.
See what I'm saying....wtf is the trail?
Follow me!
Cool! Someone built a seat for the weary about half-way up!
At long last ( not really, it was only a 1/2 hour up :-) the falls are in my sight....
Pool at the bottom of the Falls
And another seat! Yippeeee!
The gully from the Falls
View from across the highway....Flood Falls is smack dab in the middle.
It was a nice day and a couple of great walks. On the way home I had to take a photo of this old barn.....isn't it cool!
