Mar. 21, 2004
This will sound familiar to anyone who has been following this journal recently, but Friday Sophie and explored in Heathcock hollow, and on Sunday I motored down to White Rock Mountain for some sunrise shots. Well, it is kind of an in between time right now, since winter proper is over, barring some kind of late season storm, and spring hasn't really begun yet. So I'm in a holding pattern of sorts right now, keeping the powder dry for the onslaught of the green and the wet that should be starting just any time now.
So this weekend we got to take the last hike of winter and the first hike of spring, but it's probably still wise to keep the winter clothes handy, as Sunday morning on that mountaintop proved once again.
It's been greening up a bit here in town this week, but not so in Heathcock Hollow Friday. It was still bare for the most part, except for a number of blooming serviceberry trees and the strikingly green grass growing in the bed of a logging road running along the slopes of Sloan Knob above the hollow. The road led us to a ravine where we encountered three different waterfalls at different levels, each one with its own distinct charm. The first was about a 25-30 footer that spills onto a boulder about 5 or 6 feet from the top and bounces to one side, the middle one was where the creek flows over and between some huge boulders and forms a little split waterfall about 5 or 6 feet high, and the last was pretty high in the hollow at a place where the creek separates and comes spilling off about a 20-foot bluff in two places about 30 feet apart. The creek running through this hollow has a pretty good volume even now, and these falls ought to be pretty impressive when or if we are graced with substantial rains this spring.
When I arrived at White Rock Mountain about 5:30 Sunday morning I spent a few minutes pulling on extra layers of clothes because once again although the temperature wasn't much colder than about 40 the wind was really whipping. When I got to the southwest lookout I could tell that the sun had moved too far north for me to have a clear shot of it from there. So I packed up and headed for the east side and spent the next hour or hour and a half shooting from various spots along the trail. Unlike last week with its heavy fog, this week it was completely clear with only a slight haze, which brought with it a completely different set of photographic opportunities and challenges.