Not realizing the severity of the storm when we woke up, we waited for the rain to pass and headed out early in the morning. We didn't lose power, we had no idea the rest of the state did. Everywhere we tried to stop for food was out of power. Downed trees lined the sides of I-95. The closer we got to the mountains, the bigger the run-off brooks beside the road got and we knew we made the right choice. Until we hit Bethel Maine on our way to Grafton Notch and the road was flooded. And so was the detour. And the detour from that detour. After hours of driving we finally made it to North Conway, finally ate our first meal of the day at Wicked Fresh, and decided the safest route would be to cross the Kancamagus Highway. The rivers were like nothing we've ever seen before. The water was yellow from turbulence, rivers rose by ten to twenty feet, mountainsides turned into waterfalls. We called work to tell them we'd be calling out for Wednesday. This was too good to pass up.
It was close to dark by the time we reached Lincoln and with only half an hour of light left, I couldn't do the waterfalls I was hoping for. There was too much water in the Beaver Pond Falls so the cascades through the narrow gorge shot right over it making it look like rocky rapids. We did get to Clough Mine Brook to see the roadside portion just before it got too dark to see. It was like spring runoff with no snow in the pictures. Amazing. We checked in to Parker's Motel where by some miracle they hadn't lost power.
The next morning I got up with the sun and hit Beaver Pond Falls again, this time with a more reasonable amount of water. It's crazy how quickly the brooks subside but it was still the equivalent of early spring. I needed a few more pictures for my waterfall edition of The White Mountains You Haven't Seen so this couldn't have come at a more perfect time. But man was it cold out.
From there I went up the road and explored an unnamed brook I call the Blue Ridge Cascades. I'd only seen it twice, both times in low water and didn't make it back this spring so I was grateful to get back again in time to finish the book. What I knew would be amazing falls in higher water blew away my every expectation. They begin with a couple of side by side falls each closing in on 100 feet in height.
I made my way up to some of the higher falls on the three parallel brooks to check out an incredible 18 footer that was just a trickle in the summer. Today it was spectacular. I had to clear some debris which involved cutting a thick branch with my pocket knife and dragging a couple twenty foot logs out of the falls.
Below that was another amazing waterfall which also was home to some recently downed trees. After lifting and pulling i got them out of the way as well, leaving only a few logs that added character. This brook is one of my greatest discoveries that I haven't seen mentioned anywhere before.
On our way to Gorham to get me some Dynasty Buffet we stopped at Rollo Fall. I went there in the fall with my parents but it was running close to dry at the time. Jaime escorted me along the short path to the falls where it started snowing lightly for a few seconds. Rollo Fall was amazing. I got to use my handheld water filter and drink directly from the pool below the falls. Best birthday present ever.
The buffet was closed today while repairs were being done on the entryway so we got the Farmhouse King burger from Burger King and ate it at the Dolly Copp Campground on our way into Pinkham Notch. It was one of the best burgers I've ever had. After a delicious lunch it was on to Pinkham Cascades. We'd seen it in almost that much water before but I hadn't climbed up higher that time like I did more recently.
Knowing there would be something magnificent up ahead, I climbed up the insanely steep wall of the ravine to the upper falls. The second cascade was gorgeous as well but what really stole the show here was the third cascade through the rugged ravine. I knew it would be phenomenal in high water but I did not anticipate the the side cascade coming in from the left which brought this one to a whole other level.
It was getting late so I didn't plan on exploring the next brook vert far but it had been on my radar for awhile and by the time we got back to Lincoln it'd be dark so I figured I'd give this unnamed brook a try. It started off slow right above the road crossing but a little ways in I encountered a nice side stream coming in with a cool rock slab cascade.
Up just a few minutes from here was another cascade, this one a true waterfall pouring through a gorge with drops on both sides of it. This one was enough to make me happy but I felt like there might be something else so Jaime told me to keep going over the walkies.
Still nothing. As I got closer to the Glen Boulder trail I told Jaime to drive over to that parking lot and wait for me there so I wouldn't have to bushwhack all the way back. Then I could see the line of white through the trees. I figured this one had to be located on the trail but it was still quite a ways off. I stood staring in amazement at the raging waterfall with a dripping ledge beside. This brook has to be one of my greatest off trail discoveries.
From there the waterfalls just kept coming, one after another.
From the ledge on top of one of the cascades I got a got view of the sunset. Oh no, the sunset. I didn't have a flashlight. It was time to get a move on.
I didn't want to miss more waterfalls but they just kept getting bigger and better and I had to go. Eventually I did honestly get kind of bored with the constant string of cascades so I made a beeline for the trail which wasn't as close as my GPS thought. After a couple minutes of panicking thinking I'd get stuck on the side of Mt Washington in the dark with nothing but the flashlight on my walkie talkie and GPS unit in the rapidly dropping temperature, I finally stumbled onto the trail and made a very quick descent. I made it to the car just as it got dark. That was one hell of a Halloween.
Back at the hotel while posting pictures on Facebook, fellow waterfall hunter, the esteemed Chris Whiton told me about one of his greatest discoveries, Rumney Canyon Falls and gave me directions on how to get there. He confirmed that what I'd found today in what I'm calling Glen Boulder Falls was not one he'd ever heard of anyone visiting.
Wednesday was my birthday, although I was pretending Tuesday was since Wednesday we'd be driving home which can be depressing. But it beats the hell out of being at work where we were supposed to be. I started the day with a trip back to Kinsman Notch so I could check out the final brook in a set of three formerly named but forgotten tributaries. The water levels were lower today but I made my way up Porcupine Brook. It was nice but paled in comparison to its neighbors. I'll need to redo this one in the spring when the water is high because a couple of the lower falls will be great but I missed them at their peak.
We checked out of the hotel and made our way down to the Plymouth area to try to find Rumney Canyon Falls. This was our first time being in this area. The road was washed out in parts and severely damaged but we made it to the abandoned trailhead. I found the old trail with no problem and made my way up. Using Whiton's directions, I found the cairn he'd placed there and made the short bushwhack to Rumney Canyon Falls. Oh. My. God.
This thing is enormous. Mist filled the box canyon making it difficult to photograph, I had to keep wiping the lens. This waterfall has to be over fifty feet tall and it was raging today. What an amazing birthday present from one of my hiking idols.
We checked for the new WWE Retro series 2 figures at Walmart but nothing, luckily the toy section was in the front because I was limping like crazy after all my hikes. Lately my knee has been bothering me on the descent. We tried a couple other hikes but the roads were closed and I was limping too much to walk down the road to get there, but I did try, for about a hundred steps or so. I finally got my Dynasty Buffet which was delicious. We were going to stay another night but Thursday was supposed to rain again and get even colder so that wouldn't have been comfortable to hike in. We made it home with no problems right as our internet was coming back on. That was an incredible birthday weekend.
Hello Matthew, I stumbled across your blog post while researching bushwhacks in NH. I have been making an attempt to find the location of the old trail that takes one to the vicinity of Rumney Canyon Falls. I understand the importance of not giving the exact locations of these places and especially not posting them online. However, I was wondering if you would be willing to give any type of hint or clue that might get me started in the right direction. My email is the name under which I am posting and any help would be greatly appreciated. I fully understand if you are unwilling to do so but I have hit a dead end searching on my own. Just wanted to give it a shot!
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