A week after the end of the dreaded polar vortex of aught 19, Michelle and I loaded up in Munnin on the hunt for a frozen waterfall. The weather was heading into Spring like temps and as a planned ice climbing trip fell through we figured we go check out some other forms of polar vortex art. Wandering into the Marienville region of the Allegheny National Forest we made our way along the forest roads out into the more wild section of the area. We where seeking out Logan Falls, a small waterfall not known by many other than local folks.
Finding the unmarked trail to the falls was a bit difficult as the the turnouts, having been plowed by the local oil leasing companies as well as the roads themselves, all looked the dern same with the 12 to 14 inches of snowpack. But we found the right one on the first try. With Munnin tucked along the snow bank We grabbed a couple of hiking poles and started tromping through the calf high snow.
As we started down the hill I came across the largest coyote tracks I have ever seen. Definitely one of the hybrid species that have been migrating down from the northeast. These things are big and aggressive and are known for prowling up on humans. There’s been a few cases of attacks and I know of one confirmed death up in Cape Breton. Bears might not be the biggest problem in the eastern woods in years to come.
Anyways, I tracked the yote into the rock wall at the head of the trail. With the snow, frozen icicles and seeps plus the bluebird sky those rocks were pretty awesome...
Making our way down the slope of the holler on what we assumed was the path, there’s no official trail here, being careful of our footing and using the hiking poles to probe our steps ahead. About a mile or so we came onto the the crick and found ourselves at the top of the falls. We were a day late for a fully encased ice falls but Logan sure didn’t disappoint in the scenic department.
We mucked around for awhile and than proceeded up the hill. The going was a bit more treacherous as the increasing warmth was making the snowpack soft and slippery but we emerged back on the road intact if a bit sweaty.
As we drove past the Beaver Meadow trail system on the way up we stopped to do some more conventional hiking along the lake loop. Five miles of winter splendor, three of those miles being “Where the hell did the trail go?!” As the trail isn’t too well marked and with the snow ya can’t follow the worn ground path like in the other three seasons we got lost...errr...we utilized alternate trails a time or two but enjoyed the experience none the less...
Seven miles of snow hiking is a work out I’ll tell you and we were damn happy to hit up the Marienville Hotel for a couple of their monster cheeesburgers when we were done.