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.
You oughta see what Bottom Creek looks like with this much rain. Never heard of it? Well the kayakers sure have!