Signs of Spring & Magnolia Falls

The Daffodils are popping up all around where old homesteads used to sit in the Ozark's. They signal the beginning of Spring despite the first day of calendar Spring being a month away. I always love to come across these bright patches of yellow sitting randomly in the woods or beside the foundation of a long forgotten homesite, and think about what life was like when the first seeds were planted there. Daffodils are not native to North America so you always know that someone planted them.

That afternoon I headed up to the Boen Gulf area in the Upper Buffalo Wilderness with a great group to see how Magnolia Falls was flowing after the rain fall earlier in the week. We started off with a only a couple hours of daylight left from the wilderness access point down the old jeep road. Thankfully, It's a short and easy hike over to Magnolia Falls from County Road #9050, only 2.1 miles roundtrip with little elevation change. As we followed the little stream down I could hear the fall roaring ahead and when it came into view I was happy to see this 26 ft. gem was flowing quite nicely.

Magnolia Falls 26'

Magnolia Falls 26'

We relaxed below the fall for a while, chatting and taking in its beauty. This has become one of my favorite spots in recent years for its beauty and solitude. Even on a beautiful Saturday evening we were the only souls around. Which is surprising, because It's also one of the best bang for your buck spots around the rugged Upper Buffalo Wilderness.

Austin and Hailey Albers

Austin and Hailey Albers

Tyler, Rebekah, and Oliver Thompson

Tyler, Rebekah, and Oliver Thompson

After sometime with Magnolia falls, we made our way just down stream to the top of another fall (Woods Boys Falls) to take in the sights and sounds of the 33 ft. waterfall while eating the evening sandwiches we picked up from the Buffalo Outdoor Center. 

Woods Boys Falls 33'

Woods Boys Falls 33'

Evening picnic 

Evening picnic 

After we finished our sandwiches we began to make our trek back to the vehicles. The light was nearly gone and caught on the clouds that dotted the sky above, and bats began to dart through the trees and their squeaks filled the bare forest as they fed on bugs...another sign of spring.

Last light on the trail

Last light on the trail