Way back in around 1994, a life time ago I know, my brother-in-law took us to place up in Running Springs simply called "The Water Hole". To get to it we had to take a short hike through the forest. Once we got to where the water cut through the mountain we had another short hike down a rock face. Seriously not that extreme, no ropes or pulleys or anything of such, I mean some people did it in their flip-flops. My favorite part though was that first time we got there and Jeff walks to the edge of the cliff face and said, "There it is." My brother and I walked over and looked down. What we saw was this great stream with a pool large enough for us to swim in, a ton of plants and trees and of course cliffs for us to jump off of into the water. This place soon became our new favorite get away from the smog below. We brought friends, and our friends brought friends. It became a pretty regular spot for many years.
When I took my first photography class this was one of the first places I went to. I mean everyone has to get that slow shutter picture of running water right. But what has really stuck with me all these years was that first look down. It all just seemed so vast and full of potential. We all found out later that the locals referred to this spot as "Deep Creek." Which seemed to be a bit misleading because it wasn't really that deep. Every time we jumped in off the cliffs we would hit the sandy bottom. Not too mention that the actual area we had to jump into was surrounded by rocks and was maybe 10' x 10'. To this day though, we all still refer to it as simply "The Water Hole".
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