Toxaway waterfalls, with a rope climb! February 19, 2010Posted by Jenny in hiking, nature.
Tags: Lake Jocassee, Pisgah Hikers, Toxaway Creek, Transylvania County NC, waterfalls
There are two ways that you can see these waterfalls on Toxaway Creek without breaking some rules. One is to join the Pisgah Hikers, a wonderful group of people based in Brevard, NC, on their annual hike to this area, which is privately owned. The other is to become a Christian camper.
The Pisgah Hikers have obtained permission to hike here once a year—in the off-season—from “The Wilds,” the very large Christian camp that owns this stream. But I’m not going to delve into the ethics of private ownership of this wild and beautiful stream—I don’t want to jeopardize the Pisgah Hikers’ access to this place, and also, I see the camp’s ownership as a symptom of a larger problem.
It’s all too common. Very close to where I live, Connestee Falls, a very appealing waterfall at the junction of two streams, is privately owned, and I guess I’d have to say that I’ve been party to this situation, as I have been living in a short-term furnished rental within the development of Connestee Falls—the gated community whose property includes the waterfall. By the way, I’ll also mention that I’m moving to a more permanent living situation in Asheville in a couple of weeks. So I’ll not only say goodbye to living in a gated community, but I’ll have to say goodbye to Brevard’s famous white squirrels!
The situation of “private waterfalls” seems parallel to the situation of “private beaches” that sometimes causes big problems in New England. I can only hope that one day all of these places will become accessible to the public.
At any rate, this morning the Pisgah Hikers started from the central lodge of the Christian camp and followed a wide trail that parallels Toxaway Creek. Before very long we reached a suspension bridge over the creek.
Then we went west a very short distance and visited the bridge that crosses the much larger Toxaway River, which soon (due to the dam) becomes Lake Jocassee.
People told me that when they were here two years ago in drought conditions, there was a huge “bathtub ring” of bare dirt around the perimeter of the lake. Downstream, this water collects additional volumes from the Horsepasture River and Bearcamp Creek, and eventually becomes a gigantic artificial lake. (Sorry, my Southern friends, I don’t consider a reservoir to be a real lake. But it sure is pretty.)
So this was a down-then-up hike. We climbed back up along the creek and took a side trail to Waterfall #4. We negotiated a slightly difficult section with the help of a fixed rope—there would be more of this later on.
At the bottom of our slippery descent, we confronted the amazing waterfall. The best way I can describe it is to say that it is a complicated waterfall. It drops down in two major tiers, with some of the water diverting to the side and then rejoining the main flow, and with many bumps and lumps that make for a giant intricate display of splashing, foaming, sliding, bouncing water.
Since the whole falls wouldn’t fit in the lens, I took a separate picture that shows the upper falls as it erupts out of the woods:
We had lunch there, then tackled the most difficult part of the hike. And I have to admit that it was pretty challenging. We climbed up very steeply, holding onto roots and rocks.
The “crux” of the climb gives you a choice of two ropes to hang onto. I had thought beforehand that I wouldn’t use the ropes, but there was a section where it would have been hard to do without them.
I got up to the top and admired the technique of the other hikers:
The next lengthy stop was at Waterfall #2. Just another beautiful waterfall? Ho, hum!
But, in a strange sort of way, the shoals above Waterfall #1 seemed even better: a tumbling, racing, sliding place where the water glided more than it fell.
We got back up to the giant Christian camp complex, with its many dormitories and parking lots, around 2:30 in the afternoon. The whole day, we were very happy to feel the clear sunny air after a lot of cold, gloomy weather.