"displaced vertically" and then drenched

These are the last of the rainy day pics, from the "trail of sorts" above Myra Falls.

Myra Creek, from the top of a cliff. Raindrops show up against the green pool. I was on the edge of the rock, an arm about one of the spindly trees to keep my balance. The rock walls here are tall and cut straight down.

It isn't really a trail, just about 50 metres of open ground ending on slippery rocks at the top of the cliff. That's Buttle Lake in the background.

Wet rocks. Typical rocks for this area; breaking in angular planes, wearing mosses and lichens, and licorice ferns.

A BC Parks sign in the parking lot.

Text:

What's at Fault?

Whether slender ribbons or seething walls of foam, all waterfalls owe their existence to an abrupt change in the level of a river or creek channel. All along Buttle Lake earthquakes have caused breaks in the earth's crust where the land has been displaced vertically. Here at Myra Falls, the creek plunges nearly 70 metres in three cascades, each marking a shift in the crust and reminding us of the forces at work deep within the earth.

Licorice ferns, Polypodium glycyrrhiza, on a mossy rock.

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En estas fotos, trataba de capturar en ambiente, fresco, lluvioso, y algo peligroso, del caminito en el bosque arriba de las cataratas Myra.

    1. Mirando desde la cima del precipicio sobre el riachuelo Myra. Gotas de lluvia se ven contra lo verde del agua. Yo estaba parada en el mero borde de la roca, abrazando uno de los árboles para no perder el equilibrio. Las paredes rocosas aquí son altas y completamente verticales.

    2. No es precisamente un camino, sino solamente unos 50 metros de terreno abierto, terminando sobre rocas resbalosas y luego nada. En el fondo se ve el Lago Buttle.

    3. Rocas típicas de esta zona; se rompen en planos angulares, y se cubren de musgos y líquenes, y a veces los helechos regaliz.

   

    4. Una placa informativa de BC Parks, en el estacionamiento.

¿Qué es una Falla?

Si son listones angostos o paredes de espuma hirviente, todas las cataratas deben su existencia a un cambio abrupto en el nivel del canal de un rio o riachuelo. A lo largo del Lago Buttle, terremotos han causado rupturas en la corteza terrestre, donde el terreno se ha desplazado verticalmente. Aquí en las Cataratas Myra, el riachuelo cae casi 70 metros en tres etapas, cada una a raiz de un movimiento de la corteza; nos hace pensar de las fuerzas obrando en las profundidades de la tierra.

       5. Helechos regaliz, Polypodium glycyrrhiza, creciendo en una roca cubierta de musgos.

North Island spring

It was a beautiful day. I got out early and drove north and north and north, seeing the bright spring colours; all those green glowing lights on the winter's bare branches. The pink catkins of the alders have been eclipsed by the shiny neon-green leaves; the maples have hung out their yellow-flowered racemes; new elderberry and salmonberry leaves brighten the edge of the forest. Snowy mountain peaks play peek-a-boo behind the lower hills, seeming to advance and retreat as the road winds, following the rivers in the valleys.

Down a gravel road, off the main highway, at every turn several robins fly off into the bush to wait until I'm out of sight again.  A squirrel dashes across the road; something chitters at me when I roll down the windows. Where the road ends, in Zeballos, the robins are joined by swallows and crows, maybe a raven.

I turn and head home again, stopping here and there to look at rocks or chase butterflies. Or to balance over a steep bank to look at green, roaring water.

Gravel road. The peaks are in the Haihte range.

Heading west.

Warm day, with ice.

End of the road. Looking back at Zeballos town from the pier.

Really the end of the road. Rock underwater, from the pier.

Double falls, near Fault Creek bridge.

Long view just above the falls, where blue water turns green.

Just a creek, any creek. The road runs alongside.

Next: I stop to look at rocks.

A Skywatch post.

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Era un dia hermosa. Salí del pueblo en la mañana y me dirigí al norte, más al norte, siempre hacia el norte, mirando los colores vibrantes de la primavera; todas esas lucecitas verdes, resplandescientes sobre las ramas desnudas del invierno. Las candelillas color de rosa de los alisos han dado lugar a las nuevas hojas, verdes neón; de las ramas de los arces cuelgan rácimos de flores amarillas; nuevas hojas de  saúco rojo y salmonberry alegran los bordes del bosque. Cumbres de montañas nevadas juegan a "ahora me ves, ahora no" tras los cerros más bajos, parecen avanzar y retroceder con las curvas del camino, siguiendo los rios a sus pies.

Saliendo de la carretera principal, siguiendo un camino de grava, en cada vuelta varios petirrojos se levantan y van a esconderse entre los arbustos. Una ardilla corre, cruzando mi camino; algo en el bosque está haciendo comentarios cuando bajo la ventana. Donde termina la ruta, en Zeballos, golondrinas y cuervos vuelan, mirando desde arriba a los petirrojos picando la tierra en busca de lombrices.

Finalmente, doy la vuelta y tomo el camino a casa, pero deteniéndome frecuentemente para observar unas rocas o tratar de sacar fotos de mariposas. O para balancearme encima de una roca para mirar aguas verdes, violentas, allá abajo.

1. Camino de grava. Las montañas pertenecen al grupo Haihte.
2. Dirigiéndome hacia el oeste.
3. Un dia caluroso, pero con vistas de hielo.
4. Donde termina la ruta, en el muelle de Zeballos. Miro hacia atrás, hacia el pueblo.
5. De veras el final del camino. Una roca debajo del muelle.
6. Una catarata doble. Cerca del puente Fault Creek.
7. Extendiéndo la vista más allá del puente, donde el agua azul se torna verde.
8. Un riachuelo cualquiera. El camino se ve a la izquierda.

Mañana; me detengo para mirar unas rocas.

Un post de Skywatch.

Indian Creek Falls

The World Waterfall Database lists 2465 waterfalls in BC. It misses some, probably quite a few; I've found waterfalls that are not listed, in my limited travels.

Indian Creek waterfall is on their list, though. I didn't know its name until I found it in Google maps then compared with the WWD maps. They have no details on it, except that Indian Creek is a tributary of Udona Creek, which I can't find, except maybe as a darker line on Google maps.

Nameless, or named and listed, it's still worth a stop and a short walk.

Indian Creek falls, the top half of the first drop.

It's a smallish creek, but it drops down a rock face from high above the highway, then runs through a pipe underneath the highway, into a small pool, then drops again into the Gold River, far below.

I have climbed down to the first pool several times, but never thought to follow the pipe under the road. My granddaughter was more adventurous than I.

Ahead, the second pool, and then the drop. Between the nearest trees and the dark woods beyond, is a deep gash in the terrain, with the river at the bottom.

Going out to the top of the second drop.

We walked down the road to the next viewpoint, to look at the second half of the falls. All we got was a hint of white movement; it's visible in the winter, but not in summer, with all the trees leafed out in between.

The lower half of the falls, taken last year. The falls are visible as two white lines on the left.

And in my search of maps and databases, trying to find this waterfall, I discovered others, and other interesting roads I haven't explored yet. So much to see!