|Thimbleberries (Rubus parviflorus according to Wikipedia)|
I went up there again yesterday evening. It wasn’t 103 degrees as it had been for the previous few days. Just around 90 and a little overcast, I thought it would be cool enough in Centerville Canyon along Deuel Creek. It was very pleasant once I got past the downsides of a lot of sweat and a few deer flies (only bit twice). I saw a snake, but it was only a garter. And the poison ivy is starting to spring up, but easily avoided watching carefully where you plant your feet. I was doing that anyway because it is a rough, primitive trail.
There was a guy coming out of the canyon mouth as I was going in. And there was a family group just coming in as I was going out later. On most of the trail it was just me and the thimbleberries – and eventually, the waterfall. I have never seen another soul up there except for the Scouts I have taken up on a couple of occasions. When I have been alone, I was alone.
I didn’t carry water with me again as I like to have my hands free for any tripping or slipping. And I could always have grabbed a stick to poke an attacking cougar in the eyes. There was none of that, but many berries to grab with increasing delight as I went up the trail. They provided a little moisture to the mouth and a lot of fresh sweetness. I probably got some good electrolytes and some great anti-oxidants. It was a piece of paradise.
I love the escape of trail running. It is literally running away from my cares as I head higher up the canyon. While moving, I still have to pay close attention to the trail to prevent that tripping and slipping thing. So I don’t go real fast, but much faster than hiking with a backpack. At the top, I am completely free and relieved from the burdens of the world. It’s only for a few minutes as time starts to creep up on me and I feel an obligation to head back down – so much easier and cooler especially after splashing in the falls.
And it is a real waterfall up there as opposed to what I would call a mere cascade at the mouth of the canyon. The water literally falls and even in this dry year, there is enough head to shoot out of the rock groove creating a canopy under the flying water below. I finally found a picture on the internet along with a few more trail descriptions (here, and here). As much as I hate to promote my special place, it would be fun to share. I was thinking of my wife up there.
|Thimbleberry Falls on Deuel Creek in Centerville Canyon|
And this from the Farmington Parade today: