Multnomah Falls

Multnomah Falls is without a doubt the finest waterfall that I have had the privilege to see. As many times as I have heard this…no photos come close to doing it justice. At roughly 625 ft, making 2 signature drops with a bridged road going through the middle, it is an iconic waterfall from the Pacific Northwest that is famous coast to coast in the US, and worldwide.

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The Sweet Waterfalls of Sugar Creek

Sugar Creek Falls

The hike to Sugar Creek Falls is a rewarding hike! There are 3 waterfalls involved in what is a fairly short hike and of reasonable difficulty, but enough to be still be considered an adventure.

I have had my eye on this area for awhile now, as 2 of these are on the “Kevin Adams 500 Waterfall Challenge”. Sugar Creek Falls comes in at #221 and Upper Sugar Creek Falls comes in at #222. I did not see a listing for the Waterfall on Dryland Laurel Branch, which is a smaller waterfall that flows over the same drop as Sugar Creek Falls. It was actually quite scenic in itself. I have also had my eye on this section as my stepdaughter once had plans to attend Western Carolina University. I was to visit a waterfall here each time I visited. It didn’t work out that way, as she chose another university. Luckily, my wife and I like to stay in Dillsboro from time to time, which is very close to this area, downstream of the dominant river in this area, the mighty Tuckaseegee.

To find this beautiful place, find the main entrance to Western Carolina University in Cullowhee, NC along State Highway 107. Travel south of the main entrance for about 3.8 miles mainly following the Tuckaseegee River upstream. Look for a left turn onto Caney Fork Rd to turn left. There will be a brown sign for Judaculla Rock. Follow Caney Fork Rd for 8.8 miles. This road follows…big surprise here….the Caney Fork. At the 8.8 mile mark, there will be a small church on the right. Take a right here onto Sugar Creek Rd. Follow it a little over half a mile. The pavement will end and enter the forest. I parked just before a bridge crosses Sugar Creek. The road becomes quite rough from here on, so the hike begins here.

Forest Road Crossing Sugar Creek

Start out by walking up the dirt road. At a fork in the road here, keep left. After 0.2 miles, the road will cross Sugar Creek. Staying dry is is difficult, but doable if the water level is low. After another 0.2 miles the road will make a sharp left curve. A smaller trail will break off here, following Sugar Creek upstream to the falls. There is a tree with some wood nailed in it that will help mark this.

Keep following the trail upstream and soon the waterfall will be in sight. I believe Sugar Creek Falls is about 1/2 mile from where I parked. Just as it is with many waterfalls, getting down to the base is the most challenging section. This one is no where close to the most difficult, but you will need to be careful here. You are a long ways from any help here. Once down,….what a beautiful setting. Two gorgeous waterfalls, each 25-30 feet tall in a plush green setting, dotted with wildflowers. I didn’t have a lens wide enough to get a good shot of both waterfalls in one photo, so I took them individually.

Waterfall on Dryland Laurel Branch

After spending a good 15 minutes here, there is another waterfall upstream….Upper Sugar Creek Falls. I walked back to the trail I was on and continued upstream. It is not far, but this is where the real fun of my hike began. Once I found the falls, getting down to them was somewhat challenging, a little more so than Sugar Creek Falls. The correct way down to the base was not clearly marked from the trail I was on, so I came up with my on way down… It took me 2 attempts to do this. My first attempt was to go down at an angle, as the slope here is somewhat steep. Unfortunately, my way down just became too difficult and I decided to go back up and try another way. The second way wasn’t much easier but it was safer…It involved some bushwacking, instead of maneuvering wet slippery steep rocks, and I was not to be denied after making it this far. Once there, it was beautiful. It was about the same size as Sugar Creek Falls, but quite different, with just a gorgeous, huge light green spring canopy above it.

Upper Sugar Creek Falls

Heading back, the adventure continues. I did not want to go back up the same way that I came down. I did see an easier and clearer path up from the bottom, which ironically has happened on other hikes in the past. It was more of a straight up way near the drop of the falls instead of the angled way from below that I took down. This way back up was much easier, and did include the large area of old trash from days long gone by that is mentioned in Kevin Adam’s book. The people that used to live in these woods way back used this area to dump their waste here. I guess they just didn’t have convenient dumpsters around and bulky item pick-up days, or convenience to the city dumps that most of us are accustomed to . I dated one of the items here based on the make and model and found it to be in the 1920-1940 era.

It was just a bunch of junk. Old remains of mattresses, bed frames, appliances, and other stuff. It is easy to walk around and luckily is way out of view from the waterfalls. Once past this, I found the trail…..or what I thought was the trail….It was actually marked quite well. It was clear now..that this is the easiest and marked way down to Upper Sugar Creek Falls.

Once completing the climb up and around the junk. I found my self on a nice dirt road. This was not the same road I used to get here from Sugar Creek Falls, somewhat perplexing. I knew the way back was obviously just simply downstream so I walked on this road downstream. It wasn’t long before I saw a waterfall that I hadn’t seen, or at least thought I hadn’t seen. As it turns out, it was the waterfall on Dryland Laurel Branch. I just happened to be way above it. The road I was on, must have been the same road that I left when it made the sharp left turn and I followed a smaller trail to Sugar Creek Falls. It must have just winded around the mountain up to this point. I just wasn’t certain. As the road began to drift off to the right, away from Sugar Creek, I had a decision to make. Either take a chance that this road is the same road as the one below and follow it back and hope it circles back around, or drop off the road and make my way back to the trail I took up to the falls which was clearly now visible a good ways down below. Luckily I found a few side trails that have been worn down the mountain. It appears that I am not the first one to find myself in this situation. So I picked one that looked reasonable and soon joined back up with the trail I had originally taken.

Back close to the car, I took note of a few more signs of life that once existed in this area. It was an old well, that still had a nice steady stream of water flowing out of it. I love seeing things like this, and just imagine what life must have been like. There are some other places here that are also well on their way to being reclaimed by Mother Nature. Thank goodness for old roads like this and the access that they give us to recreational hiking a century or so later. I am just so certain….that was their intentions all along…lol

Once the hike was complete, my watch had logged 2.07 miles roundtrip. So taking out some of my missteps, I imagine this to be about a 1.8 mile roundtrip hike, so not that long and doable by most. The waterfalls were all beautiful, with good flows, and the time of year…late April, was just perfect.

April Wildflowers
Sugar Creek Falls
Working my way down to the falls
Almost Down

Cutler Falls

Cutler Falls on Justice Creek

Cutler Falls is a beautiful, tall waterfall on a somewhat small stream in far western NC. I have seen it listed as 80 ft, and 100 ft. I’ll just say that it is tall. The hike getting here is somewhat strenuous, roughly a mile and a half on old roads that climb constantly, steeper as you go. The real challenge for me on this one wasn’t the hike getting there, but rather, should I even BE there?

Sols Creek Falls

Some waterfalls leave such an impression, that even as I am way behind on posting my waterfalls, this one just stopped me in my tracks to post. I have seen photos of Sols Creek Falls for years now. Sols Creek Falls is this amazingly beautiful, 120 ft tall waterfall tucked away in this cove setting, surrounded by tall cliffs. It looks as if it is from a completely different, tropical part of the world. Seeing this one has conditions though…and they are big ones. It is on private property, and there is no driving to a hiking trail access. It is only available by water. This alone puts Sols Creek Falls out of reach for most waterfall seekers.

The only way to view Sols Creek Falls is a short but moderate trail that begins on the shores of Bear Creek Lake. Bear Creek Lake is a prisitine lake that is one in a chain of small lakes that run along the Tuckasegee River, near Cullowhee, NC. As I read over the years about how to see this waterfall, it was mentioned that kayaking across the lake was the main way to see this one unless you have a jet ski, or other small boat. Well, I do not own a kayak or any other watercraft, and have never been in a kayak. So, I had pretty much written off ever seeing this one. One by one, waterfallers that I either knew from following on social media or hiking with, were finding their way here for an amazing experience with Sols Creek Falls. My opportunity would finally come on August 1, 2020. The opportunity was thanks to Karen from Take a moment if you can to see some of her work. Her passion for waterfall seeking and photography is off the charts, as well as her creativity in composition. I am appreciative to Karen not only for inviting me to hike and kayak along with her friends, but also the effort she put in to make sure that I had a kayak available for this unique day-trip adventure. Planning trips like this with 10 or more people, from numerous states is not easy, and the kayak status seemed to change daily during the last week, but thankfully it did work out.

Bear Creek Lake at the public access point. Jennifer, the organizer of this awesome trip is preparing the kayaks as the morning fog lifts across the lake.

The adventure began in total fog. As we waited for everyone to arrive, the fog slowly began to lift, and by the time we paddled off, it was total sunshine. This may not be ideal for photography, but for kayaking in a mountain lake, it was perfect. The water was surprisingly warm for what I thought a mountain lake may be. The blue sky, clear waters with that green tint looking across the lake, and the mountains rising on every corner of the lake, made Bear Creek Lake an instant favorite of mine in NC lakes. I have been on quite a few over the years. Some that come to mind…Lake Norman, High Rock Lake, Blues Creek Lake, Lake Tillery, Badin Lake, Lake Lure, W Kerr Scott Reservoir, Lake James, Salem Lake…..etc, lots of fishing and water skiing in my earlier days. Bear Creek is much smaller than most of these, which thankfully limits the number of large boats. There were a few, especially later on, but most of the people on this lake get around on paddle power!

I must admit, I had some kayaking anxiety to overcome before the trip. This seems normal for a 50 year old that has never been in a kayak I think. Most of thoughts that my mind occupied were of kayaks that tip easy, with kayakers rolling over and stuff like that. I did not really know what I could bring as far as camera equipment goes. I stripped my equipment down to just a small minimalist waterproof bag with only the camera and 2 lenses. As it turned out, I had plenty of room for my normal camera bag, but the water proof bag was a good idea not because of kayak flipping, but just the constant splash water coming off the paddle. As it turned out, this wasn’t a simple short kayak route across the lake, but a trip out into the middle of the lake, then kayaking 2 miles up the channel to a central island which just happened to be filled with campers already. The initial 2 mile kayaking run went by really fast. The kayaks moved much quicker than I imagined, and were surprisingly stable. It was actually a very enjoyable way to navigate. I am already itching to get out and do it again.

Once at the island, this is where the opportunities for some amazing waterfalls appear. The first thing we did was to paddle right past the island to the shore for the Flat Creek Falls hike. I will describe that in a later blog. After that , we got pack into the lake near the island and paddled left, heading up the channel. Once around the corner, one of the most amazing waterfalls in North Carolina comes into view, just a small part of the top.

Sols Creek Falls view from Bear Creek Lake

This was the view that I had been waiting years to see. It has been about 3 years that I learned about Sols Creek and visited another waterfall upstream named Upper Sols Creek Falls. It was an amazing waterfall, and only made me want to see Sols Creek Falls even more. At this point, we couldn’t reach the shore quick enough. Once at the beach at the mouth of Sols Creek entering Bear Creek Lake, we made our way out of the kayaks into a very soft mud beach where the feet quickly sink, which was challenging . This reminds me, the hardest part of kayaking is getting into and getting out of the vessel. Once in it , it was very comfortable and life was good, but it is hell getting out…lol

I mentioned earlier that Sols Creek Falls is on private property. This is true. I am not certain who the owner is, but the land that it is on seems totally unusable for anything except hiking to this waterfall. There are no signs of any kind here and a pretty decent footpath though unofficial trail that leads to the falls. Between the lake and waterfall is a fairly challenging trail that even though only 1/4 mile long, includes some decent elevation gain, lots of roots, rocks, narrow paths, and some chances to get your foot caught in some sink holes if not careful. It is not a dangerous hike, but one to be cautious on. Hiking along Sols Creek at this point, there are many small waterfalls along this stretch down below your feet. If I ever stay on this lake with some real time to explore, I will do just that, but our eyes were simply on the prize and Sols Creek Falls was all that mattered at this point. Once we got there…..WOW!

Sols Creek Falls
Sols Creek Falls with a person for scale, Thanks Calvin!

Sols Creek Falls with a flowery foreground

Photo Time
Sols Creek Falls / Flat Creek Falls Kayak/Hiking Crew 8/1/20

Leaving was hard, as I didn’t know when I might make it back here, if ever. I am thank for the chance and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Sols Creek Falls at 120 ft or so, reminds me of the type of waterfall I was expecting to see when I made my trip to Hawaii in 2018. Who knew that it was right here in NC, so close yet so far away? Getting back was a tad more difficult. After hiking to Flat Creek Falls, Sols Creek Falls, and a short hike up Robinson Creek, I was quite tired. The paddling back was more work and not quite as much fun as the hike to the falls. Once I had some time to sit back and take this in, I realized how blessed I was to be able to see a hidden NC beauty like this. If you are presented an opportunity to do such, take it….enjoy it…and please be respectful of the land that is officially private property and give no reason for anyone to not allow access to others that would love to see this waterfall.

The Hike 1985

Blue Ridge Parkway Spring 2020

2020 will go down as a year to remember for sure. The way this story ends is still unknown as of the time of this writing. I am writing this in a time where nearly every state is under some type of “Stay at Home” order due to the Covid 19 Virus. Staying at home at the end of March and all through April is a very difficult task indeed, especially with nature coming back to life in full force from the long, cold winter just endured. On the last weekend just before my home state of North Carolina’s order took place, I spent a Sunday afternoon on the Blue Ridge Parkway in NW North Carolina. I visited several areas in one of my favorite places to visit, Doughton Park. I was initially scouting for the potential starting place for a hike along Lovelace Creek for a waterfall adventure. Once this was done, I stayed in the area for some photos and to just “get away” from all of the Covid 19 news that was getting more depressing as the days went on. The weather was simply spectacular on this unusually warm early spring day.

There is an overlook in Doughton Park, a short turn off the BRP, known as Wildcat Rock. Here, is a beautiful, dramatic view down into a very steep Cove with a little log cabin way down in a small clearing at the bottom. The walk from the car is short and very rewarding. The short drive from the BRP passes the Bluff Mountain Lodge, which is a small lodge that has been out of commission for nearly a decade now. Every time I visit this area, there is a sort of familiarity that had been difficult to explain.

Bluff Lodge
View from Wildcat Rock

You may notice on the sign for Wildcat Rock, was also the same sign for Fodder Stack Trail. I had never taken the time to hike this Fodder Stack Trail or even look it up to see where it went…or so I thought. After looking it up, it was a short 1.2 mile or so out and back round trip that just hugs the top of the rim and goes around the Cove. Once at the end, there was nothing really there, but the open views of the cove along the way from the different angles were spectacular. On the way back, it hit me…..

I had been here before. All the remaining memories of an incredible journey that is now 35 years past, were rushing back. It was a journey that was beautiful, fun, exciting, but also one that turned into a frightening struggle for survival with my uncle, and two cousins. Also, not to mention my aunt who decided to wait at the car for what was supposed to be a short 30 minute to 1 hour hike, that turned into an 8 hour day from hell, due to uncertainty, and fearing the worst. She and I talked about this day all the way up to her passing in 2009.

The Hike 1985 Crew…probably 1976 or so?

Growing up in Winston-Salem, NC, I spent a lot of time with my mother’s sister Molly, her husband Martin, and their 2 children Anthony and Brian. They lived in Lexington, NC which is a town about 20 miles south. We spent most of the time there, or at Myrtle Beach. Going to the mountains was something I did with other members of my family., but not them. This is perhaps the only memory I have of this group going to the mountains, but what a memory.

The 5 of us were riding along the BRP on a warm summer day I can remember. The adults wanted to do just that, ride and visit overlooks. However, there were 3 kids in the back, bouncing off the walls, led by me, the oldest of the three. I was used to hiking and was looking for adventure. Anthony and Brian usually followed my lead and backed me up. We wanted to hike, get out of the car….and get some fresh air. We were in the Doughton Park area, a location that I was familiar with due to spending several summers at a church camp close by, Laurel Ridge. The camp would take small groups here during the week as part of the afternoon activities. The love of mountains was already deep in my soul.

We had arrived at a very inviting area for hiking which turned out to be a crossroad for several trails that went in different directions through the large Doughton Park. The particular spot on the Parkway was the “Alligator Back”. There was a map there, we picked our destination, and off we went. It was not to be a long hike, as I had been here before with my father. Simply a short 20 minute or so hike to the top of “the Bluffs”, for a good view and back. My aunt stayed at the car, she was a heavy smoker and had absolutely no interest in hiking to the top of a mountain for a view.

The advertised “20 minute walk”
Alligator Back Overlook

We made it to the top of The Bluffs just fine. This overlook was the goal. We should have wrapped it up and headed back to the car from here. This was the initial plan after all. However, once the muscles were all loosened up on my uncle, who was 37 at this time, he decided that we would go a little further. I’m positive that us children helped to push him into this decision. He was in charge, so on we went for awhile further, on what I now know to be the Bluff Ridge Primitive Trail. The hike turned out to much longer than he anticipated. I’m only guessing here. I can not ask him at this point as he passed away in 2003. I am guessing that he sort of remembered the map and thought we would do a loop trail back to the vehicle.

We did change trails, which once we did, at least feel like we were heading back in the right direction. At this point, we were on the “Basin Creek Trail”. A lot of the details of this section of the hike have long escaped my memory, which means the miles here must have been rather uneventful. I do remember all of us getting tired and ready for this to be over. Uncle Martin already knew he was in trouble with his lady who must be livid by now. We eventually found a cabin. It was a very old and cool cabin. We had no information about it, and was was not expecting it. At this point, the 30 minute hike had to be in its 4th or 5th hour. There were no cell phones. It was Aunt Molly we were most worried about at this point. It was also getting late in the afternoon. We were even beginning to discuss staying in the cabin for the night, but we couldn’t. We had to get back to the car. We had 2 options, either go back the long, long way we had come, or keep going forward. It was so long to get back the way we came, so this is why I believe my uncle made the crucial decision to keep going. On the map above, the trail we were on, which is the Basin Creek Trail, ended at the cabin. We really were kind of close to being back, but unforgivable terrain stood in our way. It was also beginning to get dark. Fear was beginning to set in.

The Fodder Stack Trail in red, the cabin and trail end way below

We were at the bottom of a very steep mountain, with tall cliffs on nearly all sides. The climb was 1000 feet as the light began to fade. The hike at this point took a noticeable turn, as the decisions that were made earlier put us where we were…..lost. It was summer and we could have easily camped and stayed anywhere. The next morning we would simply head back down the trails taken to get back, but we were going get back to my Aunt Mollie, their mother, and husband that night. It was the driving force behind Uncle Martin’s decision. Looking back, was climbing this mountain the right thing to do? I don’t know. We were still heading a direction that we had not been, not knowing where we might end up.

As best that I can remember,some sort of trail did leave the cabin that began working up the mountain. It was one of those unofficial trails. It did peter out a short ways up, and we found ourselves on a steep bushwhack from there on, hanging on to trees, roots and rocks for dear life, to simply maintain our elevation gained and not slip. About half way up, my uncle who was a heavy smoker stopped and told us he could go no further. He instructed us to leave him there and go save ourselves and send someone to get him. I can still clearly see that visual moment in mind, looking back down the mountain and watching him struggle. Us boys made the right decision I believe and just stopped climbing. There was no way that we were leaving him there. We moved up the mountain very slowly from there as we were all beat tired by this point. I also can’t remember having any water on this trip as it was never supposed to be anything but a quick hike up and back. The remaining 500 feet or so was one of the hardest things any of us have ever done in our lives.

Finally, with only the smallest amount of light left, we reached the top. There was a trail here, going left and right. I didn’t know it at the time or for another 35 years for that fact, but this was the Fodder Stack Trail. We had made it up one of the most grueling climbs I could ever imagine. Not only was there a trail there, but to the left were lights of some kind. This was where we might at least find help. I can’t remember how far we were, but my guess is that it was 1/4 mile back to the lodge on the Fodder Stack Trail. It felt so good to be on a trail, and have my uncle and cousins safely up the mountain. We made our way to the lodge, and were able to use the restroom and get water.

It was here that I over heard some Park Rangers talking. They were at the lodge getting a search and rescue team together. A man and three boys had fallen off the mountain. Those were the exact words I heard. OMG, my aunt. It had been 8 hours, and was pitch black. What must she had been thinking this entire time. How did she pass the time. I can’t even imagine….to this day. I immediately, rushed over and told them that was us. We were here and all safe. We had gotten lost and found our way here to this lodge. We were back near the Blue Ridge Parkway, but 2-3 miles northwest of where we began the hike. My uncle was so drained from this experience, that our initial focus to get back to my aunt, had become a struggle to get him up the mountain safely.

This map shows where we started, where he hiked is in yellow, and the trail ends at what is called the Caudill Cabin. We were only a short ways from the Fodder Stack Trail from the cabin but OMG, what a 1000 ft climb, that short ways on the map was. We were taken back to the location where my aunt was, who stayed there just in case we showed back up from that direction. It was a very emotional, tearful reunion to say the least. She thought that in an instant, she lost her husband, 2 kids, and her nephew, and was thinking this for hours….

As I mentioned, the mountains are deep within my soul and I visit them often. Every time I have passed by this trailhead, I thought that I believe this is where this hike happened. I just couldn’t put it all together. I though that when I saw the cabin way down below from Wildcat Rock, that was the place where we once rested before that crazy climb. But when I took the short hike down the Fodder Stack Trail, it all came back. This was the place where we completed that unforgettable summit. The lodge, sadly closed now was where we were able to get reunited with Mollie. I have discussed my findings with my 2 cousins…and a reunion hike of this trail we took and made in 1985 seems extremely unlikely as we are all in our mid to late 40s now. I however do plan to make a return hike to the Caudill Cabin via the Basin Creek Trail from the bottom. Even it will be a long hike but one that must be done in remembrance.

Slick Rock Falls

First entry in some time, this one is about Slick Rock Falls near Brevard, NC. 2018 was a record year for rainfall in North Carolina and 2019 has been much like 2018 through the first half anyway… In April, I made the trip to Brevard, NC on a day in which the French Broad River had flooded many areas. I was forced to turn around several times….and abandon certain waterfalls that were the original plan. Eventually, I found myself riding up US 276 past the popular Looking Glass Falls and turning left on the Forest Road FR 475B. I was considering Discovery Falls or Log Hollow Falls. As I got close to this area, the sky opened completely up on a day in which the heavy rain was forecast to have already moved out of the area. It was also about 38 degrees so I kind of kept driving past this area as well. FR 475B, if taken from US 276 is pretty much all downhill, and pretty soon I drove up on Slick Rock Falls.

Slick Rock Falls is viewable from the forest road with a parking area on the right, just before you get to it. It can be enjoyed from the road, or a short trail that begins on the left, will lead you directly to the base. As I mentioned, there had been a ton of rain and this waterfall, that sometimes resembles just a wet rock in dryer times, was flowing very nicely today. I was quite excited to see it like this as I have never seen it flow like this.

Slick Rock Falls

For such a cold and nasty day, there was a surprising number of people here, like 6-8 folks all doing the same thing as me, chasing waterfalls on a crazy day. These are the exact kind of conditions however that allows the best chances at catching the best photo.

It is worth mentioning that there is a cave on the other side from where the trail leads to, but it was way too wet and the water was way too high to try and scramble across to it, another trip for another day.

A Very Wet Hike At The Wilds

One of the great things about social media, is the opportunity to meet people and make new friends with people of similar hobby interests. I know there is plenty wrong with social media, but this story isn’t about that. Long story short, after chatting with someone on a Instagram post of mine, we agreed to meet and hike to English Falls. Shortly after, this person invited me for a day hike at a place called The Wilds.

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Lower Bearwallow Falls

The last weekend of April 2017 brought me a chance to see Lower Bearwallow Falls in Gorges State Park.  I have had this one high on my “Waterfalls To See” List for years now.  It is said to be a difficult, long hike, one that should be researched and planned ahead of time.  The opportunity was there several years back but I had other plans.  Once the idea was put before me in spring 2017, I was all over it. Read more

Pot Branch Falls

Pot Branch Falls is a beautiful, yet small 3 tier waterfall, well tucked away in the South Mountain Game Lands.  After attempting to visit the waterfalls of South Mountains State Park, only to find the rather large parking area totally full on a cool 50 degree day, I opted for a plan B.  What exactly was plan B?  Wasn’t quite sure yet.   I was definitely not in the mood for nearly 100 people all at the waterfall at the same time.   As I left the park, pondering where to go next, I stopped at the bridge over Jacobs Fork River. Just upstream is a small waterfall that has been well marked “No Trespassing”for as long as I have been waterfalling.  The signs that were here were large and clear….But on this day in spring 2017, they are gone. Does this mean that this track of River is now open to view?  I can’t answer that, but I decided to check it out anyway for further research….lol Read more

Gentry Creek Falls

I haven’t visited Gentry Creek Falls in NE Tennessee until 2017.  For some strange reason, I had it in my mind that the double Gentry Creek Falls were too far away for a day trip….. Also from what I was reading, they were extremely difficult to get to.  After finally doing some more in depth research on this one, I discovered I was way off.    It is in Tennessee….but just barely.  This waterfall was about as close to me as some other NE Tennessee Waterfalls I have previously visited, such as Laurel Creek Falls, The Blue Hole, Jones Falls, and Compression Falls.  The closest town Gentry Creek Falls is associated with is Laurel Bloomery, TN.  This is a tiny town near the place where the Tennessee, Virginia, and North Carolina state lines all meet.  Its very close to Damascus, Va  and Mountain City, Tn, and maybe 30 minutes from Boone, NC.  This one is actually pretty close for me.  I should have visited this one  long ago.

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