Copperhead Falls on Indian Creek. The sun was directly overhead so the light was killing my exposures. A beautiful waterfall just the same.
This was among the first of a long series of awesome waterfalls that I came across on Indian Creek this past weekend as I made my way toward Eye of the Needle. If anyone knows the name of this one please let me know and I’ll change the title here. I call this Part 1 because as I got up above this one on the side of the creek I realized it was being fed by another, larger falls further up the hill. (more…)
I made the trek to Eye of the Needle near the Buffalo River this past weekend. The water was flowing great thanks to thunderstorms earlier in the week. I have often heard about this location but have not been able to figure out quite how to get there. There are a number of routes, none of them easy. Had I not run into hikers on the trail I no doubt would have missed it this time.
The family loaded up for this day hike at about the time the color change was peaking last October.
The name is redundant but this was a beautiful set of waterfalls right off the road on the way into the Richland Creek Wilderness. From highway 16 travelling from Ben Hur, AR take the left turn onto Falling Water Road. It is called CR 1205 in some places. I could not find either of these names on the road itself until you are well down it. The sign that marked it on Hwy 16 was a sign for the Falling Water Horse Camp. If you head toward that horse camp you will be heading toward Richland Creek Wilderness and you are going to pass right alongside the Falling Water Water Falls. They would be really difficult to miss off to the right. In the pictures below note the ladder on one of the trees near the falls. Looks like a great swimming hole in the summer.
I have a new number one location on my list of favorite places to hike in Arkansas. The Richland Creek Wilderness area is kind of a treasure trove of trails and “make your own trails” unlike anything I have come across throughout the Ozarks and Ouachitas so far. My son and I took off for what was going to be the final section of the OHT in the last week of December 2013. As we drove into the area however; our plans changes. Rather than a hurried 4 day 40 mile hike we opted for an easy multi day exploration of the Richland Creek Wilderness area.
Spring is finally here and this is the best time of year for a particular kind of hike that Arkansas, especially in the west and central parts of the state, have in abundance. Waterfall trails!! I hit the trail last Friday when I saw the freak May 3, snow on the ground to find one I had been hunting for some time. This is Twin Falls. No idea why they call it Twin Falls where there are three falls but there you go. If you go waterfall hunting, do it in the rain. That is the way you can guarantee seeing a waterfall. The Glory Hole is one of the prettiest ones in Arkansas but is pretty dependent upon a current rain to guarantee water to be flowing.
We headed to bed around 930pm or 10pm. The temperatures really dropped throughout the night. I instructed the ladies that when the alarm went off the best thing to do was to get up and immediately stuff their sleeping bags. We could not lay around and the longer you waited the harder it would be to get out of bed in the morning. It was best to just realize you were going to be cold until you started moving and so get to work at taking down their camp.
I have wanted to take my wife with me on an overnighter backpacking trip for some time. Last year we even purchased some gear for her to do the Hurricane Creek section of the OHT with me. Temperatures dipped below 5 degrees that weekend though and, not wanting this to be her first experience on the trail, I canceled the trip just before we left. In November 2012 we finally had the opportunity to hit the trails together.
The Butterfield Trail in Devil’s Den State Park represents a sort of rite of passage trail for our family. It was my first overnight backpacking trip, the first for my son and as of this past November, it was the first for my wife and 10 year old daughter.
My alarm sounded at 6am the next day. It was still dark outside and I had known it would be when I set it so early the evening before. One thing I have wanted to make sure of this year is to do more early morning hiking. I find that to be the richest part of the day as far as scenic beauty and just a general freshness on the trail.
I had the camp torn down and packed up before sun up but the light blue sky was bright enough to head back to the trail. I was out of water having finished my last bottle with a good morning drink. I had figured out my location before going to sleep the night before. I was 99% certain that if I went back down the trail the way I had come and landed back in Albert Pike I would be able to find my way to the correct trail. At the very least, I would find my way to the river and then locate the trail from there.
In June 2010 a flash flood swept through Albert Pike Campground on the Little Missouri River killing 20 people. Since that time most references to the park online mention that it is closed due to the flooding. More than two years later I still remembered the news of the flood and the little kids who were killed in that horrible episode but I did not realize how bad it actually was on the river as a whole. According to one news site I read, the river climbed 7 feet in depths during a few hours time and was moving at 7 miles per hour. I thought a lot about those people as I drew closer to Albert Pike on this section of the trail and the nature of the journey made that almost mandatory.
I took Friday off of work and the plan was to hike all day Friday and Saturday with a short conclusion on Sunday to be back home in time for church that evening. The drive to the trailhead is about 3.5 hours from my house. Originally I intended to drive up Thursday evening and camp at the trail head then hike out early Thursday morning. I love backpacking in the early morning hours. I move faster and fresher and the trail is just perfect that time of day. By the time the kids got to bed on Thursday night though I realized it would be at least 1am before I got to the trailhead. I could get up early and head out and likely get better sleep still than I would in the bed of my little truck. So I filled my pack and got everything set on Thursday night then got up a little after 3am Friday morning and headed south toward the Ouachitas. Although it was a pleasant little drive I don’t know how many more of them my little Ford Ranger has left in it. It has already gone much farther than I ever expected it to.
After record breaking summer temps and what seemed like the longest ever gap between hiking seasons, I kicked mine off this past weekend with the Eagle Rock Loop in the Ouachitas. This 26.8-28 mile loop (depending on who you believe) is the longest loop in Arkansas and features a wide variety of terrains, from steep rolling ridges to leisurely riverside walks, to a short section on an old horse trail, ERL promised to be the perfect opening of the new hiking season. Plus, since none of my friends could make it out for this one, the big loop meant a long weekend without having to worry about setting up shuttles at the beginning and end of a section trail.
It looks like the days of triple digit heat are behind us for 2012. Does it seem a little earlier than usual this year? I always remembered August as more severe than this. Anyway, it certainly has me drooling for the pending autumn season and the kick off of hiking season. I have already been scouring different web sites for tips and gear not to mention doing some light repairs on my standard gear pieces like my stove and GPS unit.
This year I am looking to finish the OHT. I have the last 40 mile section left on this one and that will likely be my first outing of the year sometime near the end of September. I have also determined to get out more. Last year I tried to limit myself to 1 or 2 trips out a month but summer seemed so long and early in coming I am going to do my best to do better this year. I also have better cold weather gear this time around so freezing temps in January won’t be as big an obstacle.
Trail objectives for 2012-13 hiking season:
- Finish the Ozark Highlands Trail (OHT)
- Do the whole of the Buffalo River Trail (BRT)
- Eagle Rock Loop
- Possibly revisit some of my favorite sections of the OHT
I can’t wait!
This Christmas, I was in the market for new hiking shoes. I had toyed with the idea of going minimalist for quite some time. When it came down to purchasing them, I made the leap with Merrell Tough Gloves. They are stylish enough to wear to work, but “tough” enough for the trail. At least that is what the name wants you to believe. Not wanting to find out that this is simple marketing while on a long trip, and wanting to make sure my feet could handle backpacking in minimalist shoes, I decided to make a day trip first chance I could.
My intention was to get up at 530 for day two of my hike on Section 6 of the OHT. My alarm did not go off though, or if it did it didn’t wake me up. At shortly past 6am the light of dawn did the trick though and started moving around. To warm up in the morning I stuff my sleeping bag back into the compression bag even before getting out of the tent. This little ritual saves some time later on and gets my blood flowing. Once out of the tent I considered stirring a fire back up but since I had already overslept opted against it. I did not want to take time for it to die back out.
The falls I had camped by the night before were certainly a pretty sight. Haws Creek Falls is not too high but it is wide and very comforting. I downed a liter of water then got some pictures of the falls. I decided to wait until I got to the meeting spot with my friends before doing breakfast expecting that I would beat them there. I packed up camp and grabbed some peanut butter crackers then moved on down the trail.
It had been over two months since I was last on a good trail and I picked up where I left off on New Year’s Eve at mile marker 99.5 on the OHT. I got out of work at noon on a Friday and pointed my truck down Hwy 16, down 7 and then up 123 at Pelsor. The weather was really beautiful and I couldn’t ask for better at this time of year. I enjoy the drive out through this part of the country. Everything seems so spread out and far from the next thing. There is a little church here or there but beyond that even gas stations are hard to come by after a bit. Meanwhile the drive twists and turns, rises and lowers over the hills and scenic beauty of the Ozarks. It always makes me smile when in the middle of seemingly nowhere I run across a quilt or craft store, with advertising billboards and all. Of course this is way out here in the boondocks. No grocery. No gas. No schools. But hallelujah we have a craft store and how would we survive without it.
I pulled onto the dirt roads that led to 99.5 on the OHT around 4pm. A note to those using the guidebook out there. This road is marked on the guidebook and most other maps as FR 1003 I believe. This is no longer accurate. I think the correct road number is 5447. Even if that is wrong though it has two entrances, an east and west entrance, with a little island in between them where some drilling trucks were parked when I drove through. It is easy to find but not if you’re looking for 1003.
For the past few years at Christmas we have tried to downplay the gifts and up play the time together. We still do gifts for the kids and such but on a smaller level. We take the savings we have and get a cabin off in the woods all to ourselves for a couple of days. In the past we have usually gone up to Eureka Springs for our cabins and have had nothing but good things to say. This year we wanted to be closer to the Buffalo River and found a great little cabin run by Candy over at Cove Creek Cabin. It is fully furnished, sits right in the thick of the hills around the Buffalo and came at a great price. I told Candy I would talk up the cabin on the site here so there it is. Check out the link to reserve.
“We entered the Mississippi the second day, and soon left the state of Arkansas far behind us. Of all I had seen in America is was the one which pleased me most; I may perhaps never see it again, but I shall never forget the happy days I passed there, where many a true heart beats under a coarse frock or leather hunting shirt.” Wild Sport chapter 12, Friedrick Gerstacker
I have never done a book review here on the site but this one I just completed is pretty unique and I think will be of specific interest to those hikers out there who have hiked around Arkansas.
Wild Sport: Rambling and Hunting Trips through the United States of North America is the true recollections of Friedrich Gerstacker and his trip to the US in the 1830’s-40’s. Gerstacker was a sportsman and travelled throughout the Arkansas and Louisiana areas hunting bear, turkey, deer and more during his seven years over here before returning back home to Germany. Much of the book is spent in various areas of Arkansas eastern, southern and northwestern. Any hiker who is familiar with the layout of the land will recognize a lot of the locations he writes about.
I woke up to a brilliant sunset day 3 of the hike. I can’t say that I was truly refreshed from my night’s sleep but my body had relaxed a bit and I was eager for a new day of hiking not least of all because I would have company joining me on this day. By the time I woke up my son Hud was already on the way toward me packed into a truck with Ben and Steve. We had about twenty miles ahead of us to start and finish section five from Ozone to Big Piney. In fact, we would be starting a little further into the trail at Forest Road 1405 that intersects with the OHT about 3 miles past the Ozone Rec Area Trailhead.
I overslept a bit the following morning. In an effort to save my cell phone battery I did not use it as an alarm clock but used my wrist watch. Unfortunately, the alarm was set for PM rather than AM so my intended 6am wake-up call did not happen until around 730am. I did not concern myself with stoking the fire back up but instead had a cup of coffee made from the jet boil. I filled up my water bottles at the waterfall, made a breakfast of almonds, restuffed my pack then moved on down the trail. The Arbaugh Trailhead was indeed just around the corner less than a quarter mile but there was no sign of life there and I was glad I had not pushed on the night before. The scene outside the tent of my settled camp site was even more serene that I had expected.