We will have to head home, but not before checking out Upper and Lower Falls. I begin breaking camp, and the dogs need a longer walk than this morning’s offering. Things get packed up and put away, and the boys are raring to go.
A leisurely walk around our campground and the river trail is just what all of us need. The late morning air is warmer; soft and inviting. This walkabout is where the boys really shine and show how well they are learning the lessons of not barking at certain times. We stop often to take in the view of the river below us. It’s so low! California’s four year drought has taken its toll.
Once back at our campsite all that is really needed is to load ourselves up and go. It’s hard to break away, but I do want to see the other two falls. I get the boys settled in the van, drop our garbage in the bin, and we are off.
It’s not far to Lower Falls. It’s just as pretty as Middle Falls, but with a different flow pattern. And it’s easy to see just how much water is NOT spilling over — it should have many, many more CFS than this, but still beautiful.
We head back the way we came in order to get to Upper Falls, another beauty with another, different look. It is also evident here just how much more water should be flowing down the McCloud. The drought has sucked away Mother Nature’s precious resource without putting anything back.
This is gorgeous country we are so fortunate to live in. If you haven’t been to northern California —far northern California, come for a visit. You’ll be blown away. As always, thanks for stopping by Two Dogs.
Next week it’s back to the mundane; a post about the elastomeric I put on Miss Freedom’s roof. 🙂