I had high hopes today, that this little excursion was going to be awesome. We spied this amazing waterfall just off the logging road when we were driving down from the radio towers a couple of nights ago. It seemed to me that it had all the ingredients for a fun family outing AND would satisfy me greatly with wonderful photographic opportunities. It looked like the perfect waterfall. The volume wasn’t high, and the water cascaded into a beautiful clear, deep pool that looked so sparkly and inviting. It looked as if you could climb up and stand in the waterfall, jump off the rocks, frolic in the pool etc etc. And did I mention that I was looking forward to taking pictures?!
We scrambled down to the pool and I climbed around the edge and set myself up to take photo’s. And then not much happened. The boys ran around after a baby bird, the swimming lasted about 30 seconds (not even) because the water was so cold, and when I asked Kent and Neika to climb up by the waterfall, that proved to be rather treacherous because of loose, slippery rocks.
From looking at it, I thought we had found a little Hawaii at home. We had stumbled upon Fernie’s best kept summer secret right??!! And then I had to deal with my own disappointment that it wasn’t really swim-able because this isn’t the tropic’s after all, but rather the chilly waters of the Canadian Rockies.
I think it would need to be 40 degrees for two weeks, which even if it did happen, the whole forest would be on fire before it was warm enough!