The crazy low temperatures we have had for the last several days have made for some spectacular Instagram posts for frozen waterfalls and icicles. And, as I am prone to do, I waited until the very last day that low temperatures were forecasted to go out and find me some frozen water.
I gathered together my closest hiking buddies (for the record, I have the BEST group of gals to hike with) and the four of us headed off into the cold, dreary Saturday morning in search of beauty and fellowship. We found it.
I have to admit I was taken aback by the number of cars that were in Greeter Falls parking lot when we pulled in. I mean, who is crazy enough to get out early with degrees in the teens and go hiking? Oh, wait!!! Nevermind. I had really hoped that the hoopla was done and that I was the last person to decide to venture out and do this. I was so very wrong. It was packed. Packed with lots of people with cameras and equipment far better than mine. I suffer from LE aka. lens envy. I look at everyone else and figure why should I bother.
But I still do…..
Not sure how I captured a pink sun flare. I did not add that in post.
We stopped at Upper Greeter Falls first and were blown away.
After seeing this we couldn’t wait to get down to the lower falls. The spiral staircase was clear of almost all ice. There was a huge frozen ice mass right next to them.
Down the spiral and then down the long staircase to the base. It was ALL clear.
There was even a husky running around. He was thrilled with the cold temperatures. His tag reads ‘Winter’. How cool is that?
After Greeter we trekked on over to Foster Falls. I have to admit Foster is my favorite waterfall. However, my picutres did not do it justice. Unlike Greeter it was actually flowing quite well. I had accidentally left my neutral density filters at home ( I know, made me sick too). I was not able to catch the soft flowing water without them.
The hike down to Foster is very steep. It is not a long hike at all, just very, very steep. There is a little cave house right at the beginning of the descend and the ice was absolutely beautiful.
Foster was creating a bowl at the base where the water had frozen when it splashed up.
It really was something to see.
A little further up on the rock climbers trail there was a huge, frozen fall on the rock face. It was stunning.
And, just like that, it was time to head back up the hill.
Did I mention it was steep?
And now, for the important part. I want to give a shout out to this awesome restaurant.
The post-hike meal. I mean, that IS why we hike isn’t it?
Whenever, and I mean with.out.fail, I am in the Savage Gulf area we stop and eat at Jim Oliver’s Smokehouse. I would describe it as Cracker Barrel’s redneck cousin. Their food is the best. I always get the bbq. They have a buffet as well that usually sports a gigantic iron skillet with bread budding. They have bbq sauce called “Blazin’ Rectum” and also have coffee and peach flavored sauces. You HAVE to stop there. insert blurry iphone pic.