The last time I was on this particular trail, the Little Cottonwood, it was packed with more than a foot of snow…and when I occasionally stepped off the trail proper (the snow trail that had been packed-down by the hikers who had gone before me), I often sank past my knee into the cold white stuff. While I enjoy the snow and the cold of winter, it was refreshing to behold the new green of the waking forest. On today’s hike, I wandered up and down trails that I had never seen and was lured deeper into the forest by the sounds of rushing water. I was rewarded for my exploration by finding streams coming down the mountains in the most random and unexpected places. I later returned to the main trail and found myself walking in the rain along the rushing river of snowmelt that comes from the many dozens of feet of snow that has fallen during this past winter and early spring. Enjoy….
I had made an earlier trek to the falls in September or October of last year, and while it was beautiful in that Fall time, I could only wonder what the same hike might look like under the Winter or early Spring snow. I no longer have to wonder….