When I pulled up to the parking lot entrance it looked slammed. "I'm not going in there!" I said. "Okay, let me off and I'll see you in half an hour," my wife said: she knew I was going to go around to the west parking lot instead and take the stiffer hike up to Bell Reservoir. Then she said, "I'm not ready yet. It'll take me fifteen minutes." Gah!? Sitting out here on the side of the road while she gets ready? I put it in gear and went in and found an end stall made in heaven: extra wide. God is looking out for me! That's how it feels anyway when serendipity strikes. But I didn't see the stanchion! My RF tire bumped against something before I came up to the curb. Eh? I got out and looked. Tire up against a corroding stanchion. I could have scraped the underside of my bumper!? But, I didn't and I left the car there. I also gathered up concrete and light colored rocks and packed the exposed ends of the rebar, so that somebody wouldn't trip on it because they didn't see it. Heh!
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Lower Bell Falls was gushing. This is August and it was still putting out a prodigious amount of water, more than I have ever seen. One hiker said you should have seen it in June. You couldn't even see the rocks behind it anywhere. That must have been something to see alright.
The hike took all afternoon and early evening. We didn't get back to the parking lot till c. six-thirty; home by c. eight (Costco on the way).
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Here's a video of the falls:
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