By summer of 1928, a formerly obscure Washington logger named “Daredevil Al” Faussett was making a name for himself the same way Evel Knievel would decades later: By risking his neck in spectacular ways.
Unlike Evel, though, Daredevil Al specialized in waterfalls. He’d paddled over Snoqualmie Falls in Washington and even Willamette Falls in Oregon City. Problem was, he was getting famous, but not rich. The solution? Al figured he needed to find a bigger, more death-defying waterfall to run.
South Falls takes tiny Silver Creek over a 177-foot drop into a splashpool that looks, from the top, just a tiny bit larger than a child’s wading pool. It was perfect.