Where is Sill Hills Waterfall?
Mud, fog, and laughter filled my Saturday in Cuyamaca Rancho State Park. We were three strong and the forest was eerie. The hike was in an area that burnt down three years ago, so all the oaks and alders were dead, black, and leafless. On top of that, the entire hillside was covered in fog. A very Tim Burton experience. The trail was a couple inches deep in mud as well. At one point someone said in jest, "Nice hike, Averbeck." We were trying to find a certain waterfall, but we never did because I didn't bring a proper map and we couldn’t be certain we weren’t tresp
assing onto private land. In fact, I am certain we were. However, I am convinced looking for the waterfall was more fun than finding it would have been. We found a burnt out cabin and it was full of fascinating photo opportunities, so we stopped there for a while and tried or best to be artistic. My friend Dre is a photographer, and she was very pleased at the find. She likes rusty old objects apparently. There were old cast iron appliances circa early 1900s that had burnt and rusted, but they were visually and historically fascinating. It was great to see the new trees budding up. It was a good lesson in forest succession for me. It was hard to believe the fire was three years ago. In places it still smelled like a freshly put out campfire. I always imagined succession to move more quickly. At the end of the hike the fog finally cleared and we could look back and see the hill side we'd tramped up and down trying to find that waterfall. We would have kept looking, but we didn't bring a flashlight or a map, so we had to call it quits for safety sake. We found a beautiful cascade none the less, and it suited or lust for running water visual stimulation. I want to go back there when it's not so foggy, and I can give myself more time to try and find the waterfall. It was really great to share that day in the mud and the fog with good friends. I hope to always live a life where such adventures, even small trivial ones such as looking for a waterfall in the mud and the fog, are something I can share with people I care about.
assing onto private land. In fact, I am certain we were. However, I am convinced looking for the waterfall was more fun than finding it would have been. We found a burnt out cabin and it was full of fascinating photo opportunities, so we stopped there for a while and tried or best to be artistic. My friend Dre is a photographer, and she was very pleased at the find. She likes rusty old objects apparently. There were old cast iron appliances circa early 1900s that had burnt and rusted, but they were visually and historically fascinating. It was great to see the new trees budding up. It was a good lesson in forest succession for me. It was hard to believe the fire was three years ago. In places it still smelled like a freshly put out campfire. I always imagined succession to move more quickly. At the end of the hike the fog finally cleared and we could look back and see the hill side we'd tramped up and down trying to find that waterfall. We would have kept looking, but we didn't bring a flashlight or a map, so we had to call it quits for safety sake. We found a beautiful cascade none the less, and it suited or lust for running water visual stimulation. I want to go back there when it's not so foggy, and I can give myself more time to try and find the waterfall. It was really great to share that day in the mud and the fog with good friends. I hope to always live a life where such adventures, even small trivial ones such as looking for a waterfall in the mud and the fog, are something I can share with people I care about.
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