Tangerine Falls
Santa Barbara front country
Off to another waterfall and with an even later start. The light is just better for this one in the early afternoon. Parking is even harder at Cold Spring than it was at San Ysidro and finding a spot means sloshing through the ford a couple times. And it is proper sloshing! There is some childhood recollection of this trail every time I start from the west side trailhead. It just looks right with its stencil letters cut through the metal sign. I always get the sense that this is the proper side to start although it quickly crosses over to the other trail starting on the east side of the creek.
Today, the crossing is a big pool. It does not take very much walking downstream to find a good spot to rock hop across. The turn for the west fork is a little more obvious than usual. It seems like the area has been cleaned up of undergrowth even above where the high water flowed. The crossing here has had some stones set for hopping across and while a group coming the other way pauses to work up the courage to make a big hop on one set, I just detour a few feet downstream again to take an easier set of rocks.
The west fork does not have quite so much water as the east fork and it will split again before getting to the waterfall on the north fork. It was never quite dry down here or up above the waterfall, but in between has been dry for a long time. I just keep wandering how much water will be there now.
Around another corner and I can stop wondering how much water is coming over the cliff to make Tangerine falls. Most of the upper section is on display and it certainly does have a bit of water tumbling over the edge.
Someone has taken a hacksaw to the new "unmaintained trail" sign that marks the north fork. That does not seem to be reducing the traffic. This trail is a lot bigger than when I first came here to see this waterfall. Now I know to avoid all the little trails that break off early to get into the creek. I follow along the main trail until it takes a hard turn to climb the hill beside some old pipe. This is where unmaintained trail turns into use trail. There is not much difference at first as I follow along the pipe up the creek.
I am surprised to see a lot of dogs on the trail. This becomes an absolute scramble near the waterfall and rather unsuitable to dogs. Most of them do seem to be small enough to be stuffed in a handbag, so easy to carry and hand up. Trails drop down early to the creek for a few new views of the waterfall, but the only way to really see it is to get up by it.
Not only is the last bit a scramble, it is wet up the middle of a side creek. In between the scramble sections, it is very steep up the hill. Most people are approaching the bottom of the falls from a low spot and scrambling up a rock. I go for a high spot where I can follow a crack down again. Both routes have their uncomfortable spots for the casual rock climber.
I drop my pack for the scramble down. This is an impressive waterfall.
I climb back up the rock to spend a little more time time listening and watching. For a moment, I even have the waterfall to myself, but it does not last long.
Eventually, I head out too, returning the way I came. There are plenty more coming up the other direction as a go. One group is even holding printouts of instructions to get here and seeking assurances they have made the right turn after two wrong turns. They seem tire and I wonder if they will really complete the trip once they see what it really entails. Zooming back down gets a little faster once back on the main trail.
©2017 Valerie Norton
Posted 6 March 2017
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