Motley Adventures

Things We Do

Lastest Outing The weather stanketh (for the tenth day in a row), but after church Dave G. was waiting for me despite the threatening sky and heavy winds. We wandered southwestward along Route 8 to an easily-missed sharp turn onto a narrow dirt road that shortly crossed a one-lane bridge over the East Branch of the Sacandaga River, right at Griffin Falls. Parking by the bridge, we walked briefly upstream to tour some of the ruins of Griffin itself before heading away from the river downstream for about a mile and a half, on an old road. Posted high on a tree beside the road, a sign warned of the

Dangerous Gorge Ahead

giving notice of our approach to Auger Falls, just in case we were deaf. With the week long supply of rain, you could hear the cataract from a quarter mile away. Dave wandered off the left side of the road and followed a footpath down toward the water. At this point the river tumbles up against the bedrock, perpendicular to the bedding plane and almost head-on with its strike. Forced to make a near-about face, the river then tumbles along parallel to the bedding, where it has cut a deep channel through the next quarter mile. The falls proper begins just after the turn, where the river runs violently into the right side of the channel and then drops about 5 meters, creating a spiral twist in the water as it does so, thus presumably its name. It continues downward in full-froth, crashing over a second drop of perhaps 4 meters and then rampaging downstream through a series of smaller, violent steps and slopes before bending away leftward out of sight. I believe I've seen a photograph of someone kayaking this stretch, but this day that wasn't an option: the river was flowing easily 3+ times as much water as normal. I estimate 600 cfs. (update: probably wayy off...the closest measure I could find was downstream after the junction of all the branches, in Hope: the total flow at that time Sunday was about 4500 cfs; I'm guessing the the middle contributed a third of that). After exploring around the area as best we could, we walked back to the car, acquiring a lift from the cabin-owner by the gate back to the bridge in order to save some time. We then headed onward toward Snowy Mountain. Of course, with the suspect weather, an ascent of that peak was out of the question, but I did want to show Dave the Oddball Boulders, which is a short easy hike. Parking by the cable guardrail, my memory wasn't perfect (what a shock, right?) but we found the blue blazes easily enough. There were plenty of new blowdowns, a few very new ones, which gave us pause about our jaunt - 30kg chunks of dead beech limbs would not feel good - but onward we went. Shortly we climbed along the side of a hill, passed a small wash and up into the area of pockmarked boulders. They were still there, of course; though the coolest boulder has lost most of its thin shell. Perhaps some unlucky boulderer tried cranking on 1cm thick rock and had a shocker, who knows? There is plenty of chalk-mark evidence of climbers playing around on these things. Dave was impressed with them and just as in the dark as I (and Isaakson, I'm told) as to their cause. The vast majority of pockmarks occur on the undersides of overhanging sections of boulders in a fairly restricted area. Outside of perhaps a 100 meter diameter zone, there are few if any; within it almost every overhanging piece of boulder has them, a few have pockmarks in pockmarks in yet more pockmarks, a sort of fractal set of pockings. We took a few pictures, explored around a bit to delineate the region, then headed back to the car and retraced our way to Route 8, where we stopped for one last stroll among the ruins of Fox Lair. By this time alas, it was too dark for photos. It was interesting however, finding a derelict Olympic-sized swimming pool in the woods as well as miles of carefully-laid stonework beside old carriage roads and stone steps leading to several nowheres. Overall a great afternoon exploring several places I've always wanted to look at but hadn't yet, as well as showing off one I had to Dave. Thanks for the lift!