Where does all that Water come from? … 3 Days in Banff … Takakkaw Falls

My Silver Lining / First Aid Kit

Waterfall …
you are the bounty
of hidden heavens. 

Takakkaw Falls 

Whenever I see a waterfall I always wonder where all that water is coming from?
It often comes from far away. 

But in the mountains, us earthbound folk know that somewhere above – out of sight –
there is likely a glacier.

Takakkaw Falls and Daly Glacier
Net Photo – Takakkaw Falls and Daly Glacier

In the case of Takakkaw Falls this is so. 
The Daly Glacier above.

Net Photo
Net Photo – Takakkaw Falls and Daly Glacier

Daly Glacier

Like and iceberg, the waterfall is only the tip.


Upcoming … The vanishing Glaciers / Icefields …

3 Days in Banff … Takakkaw Falls Up Close

Out in the Country / 3 Dog Night

“Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up.”
– anon

Takakkaw Falls 

I apologize for may amateur video skills.
But it still gives you an idea of the thunderous power of this waterfall.

We took a ton of photos. It was pretty spectacular. 

It’s not a difficult hike up to the very foot of the Falls. 

You can get a free shower up here.

Stirred … but not shaken. Waiting for you … 

3 Days in Banff … Takakkaw Falls

Cowboy’s Lullaby / Yodeling Slim Clark (c.1951).

Takakkaw Falls 

“Takakkaw” translates to “wonderful” in Cree Native language.
And wonderful it is.
The falls are fed by the meltwater of the Daly Glacier, which is part of the Waputik Icefield

Takakkaw Falls (also spelled Takkakaw) is located in Yoho National Park, near Field, British Columbia in Canada. The falls have a total height of 373 metres (1,224 ft), making it the 2nd tallest waterfall in Canada.
The main drop of the waterfall has a height of 254 metres (833 ft).

We took a lot of pics up here. 

Did you spot the 3 people?

I don’t think they walked up there.

Three Climbers. I admire them, but I ain’t going up there.

Yoho Natural Bridge

Long River / Gordon Lightfoot

So we’re half way through the Rockies – which we can’t see because of the smoke. – in Yoho National Park – near Kicking Horse Pass (that’s just South of Greenhorn Gulch – just kidding)- on our way to Vernon – and Rose gets a notion to make a little side trip to see the Natural Bridge

Though I had passed by it a hundred times, I’d never bothered to check it out.

The name Yoho comes from the Cree Native word for awe and wonder.

Here’s the Natural Bridge:

From this vantage point it looks like it would be pretty easy to get across there, Right?
It’s entirely different once you get out on the bridge.
The threat of falling in being killed here is real.
I wonder how many may have fallen in here over the years?
Not many I guess – or they wouldn’t let them do it.
That being said, I only saw one person – a young man – go across while I was here.

Two adventurers venture forth.

Ladies first …

This would be a great place to Propose wouldn’t it?

But they just took some pics.

And they never crossed that Bridge.

I venture out …

Trying to figure out my new camera …

What you can’t see from over there …

I try a short video …

I didn’t go across either. I’m ashamed to admit that I was scared.
But I didn’t feel it was worth the risk.
I saw only one person go across – a young man.
Good for him.

Why you wouldn’t want to fall in that water …

A Tale of 3 Hikers

Circa: early ’80’s

Myself, my buddy Pete, and a friend of his, go hiking into the backcountry.
Destination: Lake of the Hanging Glaciers.
We encounter a strong and rapid Glacier stream.
We have to cross.

Image from net – similar to what we experienced.

A makeshift bridge of 3 narrow logs spans the 15 feet gap.
It looks precarious.
I decide I’ll wade across – holding on to the bridge for support.
A bad idea.
A very bad idea.
The water’s only about 2 feet deep, but is so rapid and powerful
that when it hits you it rides up on you much higher.
I get about 5 feet out …
… then it hits me.
Like a ton of icebergs.
I have NEVER EVER experienced COLD like this before!!!
You can’t imagine it until you do yourself.
It hits my central nervous system.
It’s almost like instantly going into shock.
I can’t breathe …
I start to hyperventilate.
I realize that I will shortly be completely paralyzed.
But I’m still close enough – and strong enough – to Get the Hell back to the bank.
I do. I recover.
I decide to use the bridge instead.
Good idea.
I heave my pack across the stream.
Essentially I crawl across the rickety log bridge.
I takes about 5 minutes.
I make it.
When I turn around I see Pete is in the water!!! He’s trying to wade across too!!!
Weren’t these idiots watching what I had just gone through!!??
I start yelling like hell:
He won’t listen.
“I’m going to be OK”, he yells.
And he keeps going.
Incredibly, he actually makes it about half way across!!?
THEN … it hits him …
I see him seizing up …
He’s starting to hyperventilate …
He’s paralyzed …
He’s done.
Soon he’ll lose his grip on the bridge …
and be swept downstream.
He’s going to die …
EIther from drowning or hypothermia.
OR both.
I have to do something!!!
I look at his buddy on the other side …
It’s evident to me that he’s not going to do a thing.
I get a back a short distance …
Then I run and leap into the creek …
… and grab Pete.
I know, however that in a few short seconds I’m going
to be just like him.
“I’VE GOT YOU PETE!” I yell.
“ONE .. TWO .. THREE!!!”
The bridge breaks.
(I don’t think Pete was able to let go of it.)
We’re floating down stream …
Do you believe GOD and Miracles?
I do.
Because the next thing I know we’re both at the bank!
How we got there I have no idea.
The bank is high, but there’s some willow type branches hanging over the edge.
We do.
I grab Pete the rump.
I throw him up on the bank.
(It’s amazing what you can do when death is calling)
Then I get myself up before I’m frozen.
We lay there for ten minutes.
Soaked and exhausted.
But alive.

Don’t go in that damn water.

Net Photo – Lake of the Hanging Glaciers