Today I returned to Cache Creek in Frank Park. I first uncovered this stream last December, and was amazed at the magic (white rocks, cascades). The return trip proved to be less inspiring, and I think it was all the newly fallen leaves covering up a lot of the creek bottom and sides that were to “blame”. The rhododendron around the creek seemed harder to get through this time, and I also got the dreaded “wet foot” when I slipped at one point a bit. Still I was pleased to find the open space next to the largest cascady area (most easily accessed, perhaps, at the top of the horseshoe bend of the creek coming before this) still pertinent seeming, and maybe the site of a future toy happening or future camping spot. I didn’t take any significant pictures this day.