Waterfalls are always hit or miss in the summer. Either it’s pretty and flowing, or dry and gross, and Upper Garwin Falls seemed to fall right in the middle. Water was flowing still, but I’m sure there would’ve been more had it been spring. By the time we arrived, it was late afternoon and the sunlight was shining through the wildflowers that bordered part of the stream below the falls. While the hike there was short and clear, there was absolutely no good parking and all the area on the streets close by had no parking signs. As a result, only three cars can visit the falls at once, making it a less than convenient destination.