Lillie and Steph had done their homework on the Bend area before arriving and Tumalo Falls was on their short list of things to see. (Apparently, for this generation, Tik Tok is the source of all information.) Tumalo was at the very top of my list too, offering potentially the most bang for the buck close to Bend. I wanted to wait until Monday to see it, rather than to try to brave the zoo of visitors on the weekend.
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The Girls Do Tumalo Falls |
Little did the two of them know it, but the walk from the parking lot up to Happy Valley would be the longest hike they had ever done. At 8 miles in total with an easy uphill grade, 1500 feet of elevation over four miles, it is a pretty easy walk for those of us who do it all the time. But for the girls, it would push their limits and require a nap after we returned home in the late afternoon.
The day started beautifully sunny and we arrived just after 9am, choosing to park along the dirt road rather than in the more congested parking lot. Although there were still spots to be had in the parking lot, getting out is a lot easier if you park along the road and skip the lot. As we climbed the hill, we started to see dark gray clouds in the west and by the time we reached Happy Valley, the skies were clouded over, rain threatening. We walked back down the mountain through very intermittent sprinkles with the sounds of thunder resounding off the hills behind us.
Ann and I did this hike a year ago almost to the day and we had a totally different experience than the girls and I had this hike. Ann's lower back was killing her, so she opted to stay home and drive the sofa while the three of us hiked. By different, I mean that there was an entirely different set of flowers in bloom from a year ago, no doubt thanks to the very high amount of snowfall we got this winter.
We also learned from the last trek that the best way to do this hike is not to loop back to the parking lot, but to go out and back, to and from Happy Valley on the North Fork Trail. The loops involve a lot of mountain bikes and that's not fun for either hikers or bikers.
The following photos are in the order that I took them from bottom to top. Rain showers, two dead camera batteries, and a desire to get to the car precluded taking pictures on the way back down.
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Queen's Cup (Bride's Bonnet), Clintonia uniflora |
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A Jacob's Ladder, Probably Polemonium californicum Only in Bloom at 5000 Feet, Not Even in Bud Above That |
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Starry False Solomon's Seal, Maianthemum stellatum Already Bloomed Out Below 5000 Feet |
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First View of Tumalo Falls |
Just above the parking lot and up to the falls overlook, several patches of both lupines and penstemons were just coming into bloom. I am afraid that with 31 potential species of each at this location, there is very little chance of me identifying exactly which these were, with my scant knowledge of West Coast species.
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A Very Showy Lupine, Lupinus sp. |
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Tall, Sparse Blooming Penstemon, Penstemon sp. |
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Mat-Forming Cardwell's Penstemon, Penstemon cardwellii |
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Penstemons Blooming on Cliffs at Top of Falls |
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Tumalo Falls from the Overlook |
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Run Out from the Falls, 110 Feet Below |
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Looking Upstream at Top of the Falls |
Once we viewed the falls, we headed west up the North Fork Trail in the direction of Happy Valley, leaving the vast majority of the tourists behind. For me, the best parts of this hike are above the falls, places that very few tourists ever visit. Even if they do climb further, it seems that most of them turn around at the next set of double falls.
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Snowbrush, Ceanothus velutinus Already Bloomed out Below 4500 Feet |
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Sticky Currant, Ribes viscosissimum |
While the ubiquitous Wax Currants of the lower areas (2500-4000 feet) are done blooming (we ate ripe berries at Smith Rock this past week, unusually early), the Sticky Currants of the upper hills are just getting started blooming. Not in bloom yet are the low-growing Dogwoods known as Bunchberries. Although I know that they grow in Oregon, this is the first time that I have ever spotted any outside Alaska. The typical dogwood blooms surrounded by four white bracts will give way to a bunch of red berries come early fall.
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Northern Bog Violets, Viola nephrophylla, with a Lone Mountain Buttercup, Ranunculus populago |
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Half an Acre of Mountain Cinquefoils |
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Boggy Area Full of Shooting Stars |
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Shooting Star, Primula sp. |
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High Mountain Cinquefoil, Potentilla flabellifolia |
We meandered through the valley up to the intersection of the Swampy Lakes Trail with the Metolius-Windigo Trail at a brand new bridge across the creek, our turnaround point. The girls took a minute or two to find pretty pebbles in the creek while I looked at the catkins just emerging on the creek-side willows.
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New Bridge in Happy Valley |
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Willow Catkins |
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Different Species of Willow |
This is prime hatch time for mosquitos and they had been pestering us from about a mile up the trail all the way into Happy Valley where they were the thickest. The buzzing little biters were vicious enough that we really did not want to stop along the trail for fear of being eaten alive. When I brushed against a budding willow along the creek in Happy Valley, a veritable cloud of hundreds of mosquitos rose off the branches. See the photo below, a close-up of the photo above, showing what we were dealing with. Unfortunately, mosquitos will be a problem into late July.
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Mosquitos Were Terrible |
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Alpine False Dandelion, Nothocalais alpestris |
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Plantain-leaf Buttercup, Ranunculus alismifolius at Base of Shooting Star |
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At Edge of Snow Field, White Marsh Marigold, Caltha leptosepala One of the Earliest of Spring Flowers |
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Group of White Marsh Marigold Blooms |
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Our Local Anemone Columbia Windflower, Anemonastrum deltoidea |
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A Tiny (hemlock needles for scale) Giant Puffball, Calvatia gigantea |
As we were about halfway back down the hill, moving quickly hoping to avoid the thunderstorm booming off the hill behind us, we all heard a noisy, buzzy little bird on a log next to the trail. It proved to be a little brown blur, clearly a wren, a Pacific Wren (which we used to call the Winter Wren before the powers that name birds decided that the birds in the East and West are different species). We were briefly entertained until the thunder and mosquitos urged us down the hill.
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Quite Animated Pacific Wren |
Back at the car, I could see both girls wilting into the rear seats, the walk having pushed their boundaries a lot. It was time to take them into town and feed them lunch after braving mosquitos to see one of the most scenic creeks in our area.