She drug me up there a few days ago–too late to catch it frozen, but still with the kind of volume that lead eight years ago to its discovery. Ann reminded me recently that it was our son, Nathan, who first heard the spatter of falling water hidden deep in rhododendrons up the steep side of the east ridge. They both bushwhacked through the tangle of twisted “laurel hell” to find the source–what has since been known to us as “Ann’s Falls.”
So this is at the head of the headwaters that feed into Goose and Nameless Creek some five miles before this water will comingle with that from Bottom Creek to form the South Fork of the Roanoke River.
Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.
Oh boy, what a fun video. Thanks. I wish I had done that stuff when I was young and foolish.