Boise Creek

Boise Creek Revisited

Back in July, Liddy and I found this awesome cascade just 30 minutes from home. I posted about it here, Old Mill Falls.

Sunday afternoon, we packed up the full kit, and went back.

I Think This is Private Property

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Liddy was trying to be helpful and point out the notices about Private Property.
Hancock Timber wants everybody to know you are entering private land.

Did you get the permit

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Yes Liddy, I did get the permit. Hancock only charges $8.00 for a day pass if you want to walk or ride (non motorized) in. We didn’t know this back in July – well we did after we saw the signs.

Boise Creek Falls

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In addition to learning the name of the creek, I also happened upon a website which is an index of Northwest Waterfalls. The Northwest Waterfall Survey
This site claims the falls are 60 feet tall. One of my pet peeves about sites is the lack of dates. This page claims that Weyerhaeuser sold the property to Hancock in 2003 and then cut off public access. This may have been true 10 years ago, but as I have found, Hancock has a very good plan for recreational use of its timber lands. $8.00 is cheaper than a day pass to the Washington State Parks.

Bryan Swan at waterfallsnorthwest is probably run right off his feet trying to maintain this site. I was just reading his latest blog post and find that there is a site update in the works.

Boise Creek Cascade

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One of the things that I appreciate about the way Hancock is managing this land is the restriction on shooting and hunting. I feel a bit safer walking the woods here because of this. In some areas near our home, (less than a mile from major subdivisions) it is not uncommon to bump into hunters. There have been times when Liddy and I have decided to return to the car rather than risk walking into someones target practice session. Kinda scary really.

Oh well, just another moment here in the Northwest.

Strong Stuff

Where did August Go?

August was just nuts. Made it through the month and only picked up the camera to put it down again. Frustrating.

June’s leg is healing nicely thank you, and after some physiotherapy, she should be right as rain. You can see her walking cast in the group photos below.

Strong Family Gather – 2016 edition

So this is our annual Strong Family Gathering.


Our family, on my mother’s side – the Strongs – get together pretty much every year. Barb and Donny Smith do a fabulous job hosting this motley crew for dinner and playtime.

Give Us a Wave Then


Somebody said wave, so we did.

Family gone nuts


Somebody said show your good side…

Eileen Brooks – July 26, 1927 / August 12, 2016

Sadly, before the month was out, we came together again. This time to celebrate the life of Aunt Eileen Brooks. My cousins put on an excellent Irish Wake to send her on her way.


She will be missed.

Where did August Go?

So, in answer to the question I posed at the beginning of this article; August went on tour, up and down I5 between Bonney Lake and Abbotsford.

A Happy Dog

A Happy Dog

Liddy is always a joy to watch. Especially when I let her run in the meadows at the park. She always has a smile, and a fascination for things around her.

Catching some rays

Catching some rays

Things are pretty much getting back under control here on the ridge. I took June up to see her orthopedic surgeon last Friday. We got the news that she was healing well. Don’t put any pressure on the foot for another few weeks.

Liddy and I are back to our regular routine, we were going to make a trip up to Poulsbo to see our friend Dick Padilla Yesterday. Some issues came up and I thought I was coming down with a cold – yep cold was confirmed last night – so we didn’t get there. Maybe next week.

So, a pretty quiet week. Couple of trips to the park – Liddy is getting much more cooperative with her modeling – and Wednesday was Snake day.

There is a very healthy population of Garter Snakes in Clear Creek Park.
They give me the willies.
Not so much a scare, as a start.

Usually don’t notice them until I’m right on top of them. Takes a millisecond to realize what it is that is scurrying away in such an un-natural way – ok its natural for a snake. Anyway, this one, and its friend were quite pretty, I thought, curled up on the log like this. We took a moment to enjoy.

Old Mill Falls

Old Mill Falls

Liddy and I were out on a mission of discovery Sunday. We wandered past Enumclaw, to the location of the old Weyerhaeuser White River Sawmill. My map still shows the log pond beside SR 410 so I thought there might be the possibility of birds or something.

We bumped into a couple of guys who were doing their own exploring. They suggested I might want to walk up the old logging trail a way. There is a path leading into the forest that follows a creek they said.

They were not exaggerating when they said the trail was magical. Soft, west coast path surrounded by blankets of Shamrocks. Deeper into the forest we came upon this cascade.


It was an exploratory mission. Didn’t have my full kit. No tripod, no macro lenses, just my walkabout kit and the energizer puppy.

We will be back – you will see this creek again – it’s only 20 minutes from our front door!

Sounds of Falling Water

Small Waterfall

Yesterday was July 4th. Independence Day! The most celebrated day in the American Calendar.

Unfortunately, most of my neighbors take the concept of the rockets red glare just a bit too far. The thunder of the battlefield began in earnest about 2 hours prior to sunset and continued well beyond midnight. Many good Benjamins were slain for the sake of a small glow and a big bang.

Talk about instant gratification, or money going up in smoke.

It is the bang I have a problem with. I have trouble enjoying the subtleties of sound produced by small cascades such as the one pictured above. I truly object to the constant crash we are subjected to for the sake of a small fizzle.
Liddy is not a great fan either. She lay between June and I all evening, shaking constantly. Not at all an enjoyable moment.

I would much rather enjoy a choreographed display set to music. One I can enjoy from a distance. One where bursting starburst dances with the crescendo of some classic by Handel. I don’t hear the subtleties of that either, but like the brook cascading over the bank, I can enjoy the quiet moments.