NO RETREAT

 

 

Last week was wonderful, as I was assigned to a job in Asheville.  Prior to last week, I’d spent very little time in Asheville proper.  There was a good reason for this.  To put it simply, I was afraid to go there, because I knew I’d end up wanting to move there permanently.  Well, I was right.  After a week in Asheville, I’m having trouble thinking of a single good reason to live in Charlotte.

 

I finished my job on Thursday, but stayed in town that night so I could hike in the area on Friday.  Originally I’d planned on hiking in the Pisgah National Forest, but somehow I’d grabbed the wrong folder of maps on the way out the door Monday morning.  I ended up with my Jocassee folder, which was convenient, since that area isn’t a long drive from Asheville either.

 

I had Saucony with me, as logistical complications had forced me to bring her along all week.  I planned a hike along the Thompson River, where I’d backpacked a couple of months earlier.  On that trip, we’d hiked in from Whitewater Falls to camp along the lower Thompson River.  That trip had focused on Big Falls, and its gorge.  This time, I planned to explore the river farther upstream.

 

First though, I planned to check out Toxaway Falls, on the Toxaway River.  Oddly, I’d never explored Toxaway Falls.  In fact, my experience with Toxaway Falls had been limited to crossing above the falls on the highway 64 bridge.  Until recently, exploring the falls was difficult, as all of the surrounding land was private.  However, a few years ago, Gorges State Park purchased a strip of land along the east side of the falls.  Now it’s possible to explore the falls, without trespassing.

 

I got an early start from Asheville, and reached the bridge over the Toxaway by 8am.  It was a cool, overcast morning, and I wasn’t sure how safe the route to the base of the falls would be.  Plus, just reaching the beginning of the descent requires crossing a busy road.  I decided to leave Saucony in the car.  I’d make it up to her on our second hike of the day.

 

I crossed the highway and the guardrail, and picked up a path leading to the open rocks alongside the falls.  Initially, I thought the best route might be a descent of the rock face.  It wasn’t long before I reached a sheer drop.  Obviously, this wasn’t the best way.  Instead, I veered away from the falls, into the woods.  Here I found a relatively easy route down.  Before long, I found myself at the base of the main drop.  I waded the river barefoot here, which was easy due to the low water level.  In fact, it was almost low enough to cross in boots.

 

The low water made the hike easier, but diminished the falls.  At higher water levels, Toxaway Falls is a raging torrent.  Although my timing wasn’t ideal, I decided to explore the falls further.  I headed downstream along the west side of the river, following the open expanse of rock.  This part of the riverbed is almost completely devoid of vegetation, as a result of the devastation following a severe flood in 1916.  The flood was caused by the collapse of the Lake Toxaway dam, which was immediately upstream of the falls.  The dam has since been rebuilt.  As I hiked, I tried not to think about the possibility of the dam failing again.

 

As I descended, I passed three or four more significant drops.  At the very bottom, I was treated to a great view of the entire run of falls.  Unfortunately, the view was compromised by the numerous condominiums built along the west side of the falls.

 

From the base, I picked up an obvious trail and followed it downstream.  The path eventually faded, and I rock hopped a side stream.  A short distance beyond, I reached the brink of Twin Falls.  Getting to the base requires descending a steep, slippery rock face.  Fortunately I found a fixed rope here, which enabled me to descend safely.  I wouldn’t have attempted the descent without it.

 

In many ways, I liked Twin Falls more than Toxaway Falls.  Twin Falls is only about 20’ high, but it’s quite scenic.  At the falls, the river splits into two channels around a large rock.  It’s a nice spot, and best of all, there aren’t any condominiums there to muck up the view.  In fact, Twin Falls feels like a true wilderness setting, even though highway 64 is less than a half-mile away.

 

I first heard about Twin Falls a couple of years ago, when Kevin Adams released the updated version of his guide to North Carolina waterfalls.  It’s gems like this one that make his book priceless.

 

After a short break and some photos, I returned the same way I came.  Along the way, I spotted some brilliant orange Wood Lilies.  I waded the river again, and a steep climb returned me to the car.

 

I drove a few miles down highways 64 and 281 and turned left onto Brewer Road.  I parked immediately, and gathered my gear and the dog.  It was just after 10 when I left the car and started up the old logging road leading to the Thompson River.

 

After a brief climb, 25 minutes of easy hiking brought me to a ford of the Thompson River.  I waded the river, and began following it downstream.  I passed a nice cascade, and a couple of appealing campsites.  Unfortunately, I could still hear occasional truck traffic on highway 281 from there.  If it weren’t for the traffic noise, these campsites would be ideal.  During periods of higher water, the river may make enough noise to drown out the sounds from the highway.

 

I continued downstream, following the directions in Kevin Adams’ guidebook.  After some easy hiking, I picked up an obvious path to base of a nice waterfall.  Adams’ refers to this cascade as “Waterfall #1 on the Lower Thompson River”.  This was a nice spot, although it certainly doesn’t compare with some of the larger waterfalls on the Thompson River.  Still, it was worth visiting, as the path down to the river was fairly easy to descend.

 

I returned to the main trail and continued downstream.  After another mile or so, I reached the side trail down to waterfall #2.  Kevin Adams describes this route as extremely difficult and almost impossible to follow.  Obviously more use has improved the path in the last couple of years.  The turn for the path is marked with a cairn.  From there, a decent scramble path descends to the river.  Although it’s steep, the path is easy to follow and is relatively safe. 

 

I reached the river, and the falls were visible upstream.  I headed upstream for a better look, and found this part of the hike to be far more difficult than the descent into the gorge.  I scrambled over several large boulders, and worked my way to the base of the falls.  This waterfall is pretty, but it’s probably best viewed at higher water levels.  Here, the river spreads out over an immense rock face.  With all that rock, a little more water would’ve improved the view.

 

Despite the low water levels, the falls provided a nice spot for lunch.  Afterwards, I returned to the scramble path and climbed back up to the main logging road.  From there, I backtracked to the river ford.  After crossing, I climbed several switchbacks before arriving at a junction.  At that point, I turned left on a rapidly disappearing logging road.  This road used to be wide and obvious, but the vegetation is beginning to take over. 

 

I worked my way up the road to an obvious side path descending on the left.  I followed this path down to the river and rock-hopped to the far side.  From there, I worked my way upstream a short distance to the base of High Falls.

 

High Falls is probably the nicest waterfall on the Thompson upstream from Big Falls.  From the base, I had a great view of the falls cascading 80’ or so into a nice pool.  Unfortunately, my arrival coincided with the first appearance of the sun all day.  Until then, I’d enjoyed pretty good photographic conditions.  I guess my luck ran out at High Falls.

 

From there, I decided to continue upstream.  It was still fairly early, and I wanted to visit White Owl Falls before finishing the hike.  White Owl Falls is easily accessible from highway 281.  However, the only time I’d seen it before was on a longer hike upstream from High Falls.  I decided to try to recreate that hike.

 

I returned to the old logging road and continued upstream, hiking well above the river.  This part of the old road was even less defined.  On my last hike there, 12 years ago, the road was obvious and easy to follow. 

 

After a short distance, the road split, with the right fork heading steeply uphill.  That didn’t look right, so I headed left.  A few minutes later, I reached the river a short distance upstream from High Falls.  At that point, I knew I wasn’t far from the confluence with Mill Creek.  Just upstream on Mill Creek is Tumbling Fun Falls, which is one of the larger waterfalls in the area.  I’d never reached Tumbling Fun Falls, and I was eager to check it out.

 

The old road turns downstream here, so I abandoned it in favor of the river.  I put on sandals, and began working my way up the river.  Thanks to the low water levels, this was fairly easy.  Still, rocks, rapids, and the occasional deep pool presented obstacles.  A few minutes later, I reached the national forest boundary.  I knew from Kevin Adams’ guide that reaching Tumbling Fun Falls by this route would require crossing private property.  Now, I’m not necessarily opposed to crossing private property, as long as it isn’t posted and I don’t have to walk through someone’s yard.  I didn’t see any signs, so I continued upstream.

 

A few minutes later, I spotted power lines just upstream.  A minute later, a building came into view.  This caused me to reconsider.  I reached for the map in my pocket, to evaluate my alternatives, and found it missing.  Apparently it had fallen out of my pocket as I’d hiked upstream.

 

I knew highway 281 wasn’t far, and I really didn’t want to backtrack all the way to the trailhead.  If I could make it to the road, I’d only be about ¼ mile from the car.  On my previous visit to White Owl Falls 12 years earlier, I’d followed a logging road all the way to the falls.  I decided to bushwhack up from the river, locate the road, and follow it upstream to the falls and the highway.

 

Some rough bushwhacking brought me above the river, but I didn’t see much sign of a road.  In places, it looked like there may have been a road at one time.  However, the rhododendron was extremely thick, and fallen trees were numerous.  In 12 years, the forest had completely swallowed the road.  I was reconsidering my options when I realized that Saucony wasn’t with me.  This was unusual, as she normally stays right by my side.

 

I looked out across the river, where I could see the site of a former trout farm.  It appears that someone is living on that property now.  I called for Saucony, and several dogs began barking from across the river.  I then spotted Saucony, down near the river.  What was she doing down there?  Apparently she was antagonizing a large pack of dogs on the far side.

 

I called for her frantically, but she didn’t appear.  Finally she emerged from the vegetation and reached my side.  Unfortunately, the damage had been done.  A whole pack of howling dogs was following her.  I wasn’t sure what their intentions were, but I was afraid that they might attack her.  Going back the way we came was no longer an option.  Instead, I began hustling up the steep hillside above me.

 

The bushwhacking was so nasty, the dogs eventually gave up the chase.  This was a relief, but we were hardly in the clear.  We were now hiking off-trail in unfamiliar territory, and the map was floating in the Thompson River far below.  At that point, the thunderstorms that had been threatening all day finally arrived.  My uphill slog continued in a total downpour.

 

I was near the top of the ridge, and decided to continue the climb.  I finally reached the crest, where I found the remains of an old road.  I’m not certain, but I suspect this road is the same one I’d left at the fork upstream from High Falls.  I thought about heading down that way, but decided against it.  I knew going the other direction would eventually bring me to the highway or the trail I’d originally hiked in on.

 

A descent littered with downfall and thorns seemed to go on forever.  I was relieved when I finally stumbled onto the trail I’d hiked in on.  10 minutes later, I reached the car as the rain finally subsided.

 

I’d had a great adventure, and had seen 5 waterfalls along the way.  Best of all, I’d never seen four of those waterfalls before.  I still need to make it back to White Owl Falls though, and Tumbling Fun Falls continues to beckon.  I’ll make another attempt at that one, but next time, I’ll plan on some additional bushwhacking to avoid the private property near the river.  Getting chased by a pack of dogs once was more than enough!




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