On a cool, misty day, I returned to SGL 57. I hiked up along an unnamed creek, located just north of Scouten Brook. I had been there a few years before. At first, the creek was dry. But as I hiked up the streambed, slipping on rocks, or having a foot disappear into piles of sodden leaves, water appeared. The small creek linked clear pools with water slides and small cascades over bedrock clothed in moss.
The creek carved a deep glen, surrounded by steep slopes. I followed an old logging grade as it took me above an eight foot falls. I continued upstream, and soon a beautiful fifteen foot falls came into view, surrounded by fractured cliffs dripping with springs. The falls slid into a clear pool lined with leaves.
I continued to see more waterslides, but there were no more waterfalls. I looked through the bare forest to the slope above me, white birch trees stood like skeletons among the pine trees. It reminded me of the Adirondack forests I had seen a few weeks before. The small stream tumbled down the glen below.
Location of the unnamed creek.