Canada #12 Brandywine Falls
We heard it long before we could see it.
The rushing water of Brandywine Creek, tumbling in a flurry of whitecaps under the little covered bridge, was the first indication of what was ahead.
Lush greenery surrounded us on the forest trail and, even when we lost sight of the water, the sound of its haste was always in the background.
We came to a railway crossing and, for a few seconds, our attention was diverted. These were not the unusual vehicles we’ve seen on train tracks.
A little further along the trail, our steps quickened in anticipation as we caught glimpses of what was to come.
All was revealed when, around the next bend, Brandywine Falls came into view. As the surging water of the creek reached the edge of an ancient lava flow, it plunged 70 metres to the base of the basalt cliffs before continuing on its way into the Cheakamus Valley.
No wonder we could hear the sound of the falls!
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