I was the first to pull into the Horsetail Falls parking lot Sunday morning. A party of 7 or 8 pulled up in three cars just as I was getting on my way. My plan was to follow the Russ Jolly trail up to the Rock of Ages ridge then come back down the ridge and maybe check out the Arch viewpoint. Here is the obligatory Horsetail Falls shot:

After 20 minutes or so I started peeling my eyes for the start of the Russ Jolly trail. Within about 150 yards I spotted 4 possible starts. Here is the one I randomly picked:

Unfortunately, that led to the West side of the ridge and then nowhere. There was a nice low viewpoint though:

I backtracked to the East of the ridge. There were countless animal trails but seemingly no human one. I stayed off-trail for about an hour, making my way South and following the terrain. Then, finally, I spotted the trail crossing a saddle below (it's right at the center of the photo):

The trail was in very good shape. Here is the Horsetail Creek crossing:

A long-abandoned firepit:

The trail became fainter past the crossing. Soon there was another crossing of a smaller creek, not sure which it is. Not sure either if this log "bridge" was accidental or man-made:

Soon after this crossing the trail vanished altogether. I tried to look for it for a few minutes, then gave up and decided to just follow the terrain. Here is the only reminder of modern civilization I saw on this leg of the trip, a kid's popped balloon caught in a branch:

Finally the sun came out! I was able to orient myself at last and I realized I had veered farther South than I had thought, so I turned East and started straight up the slope:

It was pretty tough going, very steep and tough underbrush at lower elevation. I could swear that every few minutes I was spotting traces of a trail, but it was extremely faint and every time it seemed to go nowhere, so I just continued up the slope. After a good 20 minutes I reached the base of a big rock outcropping:

After much internal debate I decided to climb up the North side. Soon I crossed the faint but unmistakable outline of a trail, which I followed up. By the time I reached the ridge, there was a good 6" of snow on the ground, and in the snow a lot of fresh hiker tracks heading towards the plateau. It might have been the party I had seen in the parking lot; I thought they might be heading to Horsetail Creek Trail and doing the Oneonta Creek Trail loop. I figured it would make a nice hike as well as add a little exercise to my day, so I started following their tracks. And if they were heading to Nesmith Point instead, then it would add yet a bit more exercise, wouldn't it? At any rate, after a couple of miles it became clear they were heading the Horsetail Creek Trail way. I think they took a shortcut across the plateau rather than following the trail, but I didn't have a map so I'm not sure. Here is a small creek emerging from the snow:

Such a cute creek crossing... You would almost expect reindeers and sleigh bells:

There followed a long slog across the plateau. Snowshoes would have been a good idea. Here is a larger creek, I think that might have been Horsetail:

A nice viewpoint, with sunshine peeking through the clouds far in the distance:

We were losing elevation steadily now and the snow was getting thinner. Soon we started down on the Horsetail Creek trail:

After a rather long descent I arrived at the Oneonta Creek crossing. There was a LOT more water than I expected in there, and it was fast:

I went up and down the creek bed looking for a safe crossing spot but I couldn't find any. At this point I am 7 hours into my hike, I am getting a little tired, and turning around is out of the question. I'm here solo, no one knows where I am since I switched routes midway through, and my cell phone is out of range. So my best option appears to be this log that fell across the riverbed. It looks nice and solid but it is angled up rather steeply and, of course, pretty slick since it's been raining on and off the whole day:

It looks about 80 ft long. I start crawling across, very slowly. There is no traction whatsoever and the trunk is slippery as ice, but I am inching my way across and it's going well enough. I'm just afraid I might start cramping; it's been a long day, after all. And then: I start cramping. Badly. First one leg, then the other. So I can't use my legs, and my right shoulder is injured so I'm pushing my entire weight up the darned log, inch by inch, with my left elbow. It takes 45 minutes, but finally I make it across to the other side, and soon after I get started again I see my first sign of the day:

For once I can't say I'm unhappy to be on a big, wide, popular, well-maintained trail... And, not 1/4 mile down from the log crossing... The trail crosses the creek back over to the other side, on this very nice bridge this time:

So I could've saved myself all this trouble by bushwhacking just 1/4 mile down the creekbed... Argh! Anyway the rest of the hike from that point on was uneventful. Here is another obligatory shot of Triple Falls, which had a lot of water in it:

And a shot of Ponytail Falls which rather well echoed my mental clarity at this point in the day:

Stats: 9 1/2 hrs, approx. 12 miles, 3,300 ft