Winter had opened up views of countless smaller waterfalls that I hadn't noticed on my previous trip last April. With the leaves off the trees, I could also appreciate the route the Foothills took-- while there were some short steep parts, much of it followed old roads and avoided long and sustained elevation changes.
|Morning frost made steep steps slippery.|
|Bridge over the Thompson River|
|The roaring Thompson River|
|Upper part of Hilliard Falls|
|Cascades of Bearcamp Creek|
|Seemingly boring looking puddle...|
|...on closer examination reveals blobby things...|
|... which and an even closer look shows...|
|.. are little frog eggs!|
|Near Hilliard Falls.|
The cold night, mid-thirities, allowed me to try out my new glove system. I wore DIY arm gaiters most of the day, with fleece fingerless gloves for hiking, camp tasks and anything with a risk of getting wet, and then changed immediately into the big and heavy mittens (from my dad) when it was colder or when the fleece got damp. No cold hands for me!
This was yet another trip where I saw no one else the entire time. Where are all the hikers? Hello out there.