Frenchie Falls is the thin thread of water slipping down through the trees on your right — easy to walk past. In spring it runs hard, fed straight off the canyon walls; by late summer it can dwindle to a trickle or vanish entirely. It's a small one, but it tells you something honest about this canyon: the whole place is this wet. Water finds every crease in the rock and comes down. If it's running, pause a moment; if it's dry, you'll know how late in the season you've come.
Hear that off to your right? Thin little thread of water slipping down through the trees. That's Frenchie Falls. Don't feel bad if you almost walked past it. In spring it runs hard, fed straight off the canyon walls. By late summer it's barely a trickle, sometimes nothing at all. It's a small one, but it tells you something honest about this place. The whole canyon is this wet. Water finds every crease in the rock and comes down.
