Spring-fed waterfalls and swimming holes at Krause Springs
For years I’ve wanted to visit Krause Springs, a spring-fed swimming hole and campground in Spicewood, Texas, about 45 minutes northwest of Austin. Last Saturday we drove out there, past bluebonnets splashing ribbons of blue along the roadsides. We arrived early, and for a short time, while the Easter weekend campers slept in or cycled through the rustic bathrooms, we had the glorious swimming hole and its cascading waterfall to ourselves.
There are 32 springs on the 115-acre property, which has been privately owned by the Krause family since the 1950s. Never running dry and flowing at a constant 68F degrees (according to staff), spring water trickles over the edge of a pocked-limestone bluff on one side of the creek’s large pool, making a beaded-curtain-like waterfall. Emerald-green maidenhair ferns and mosses cling to the limestone cliff, and a jutting rock makes a perfect spot for swimmers to lounge and be bathed by the falling water.
Towering bald cypresses edge the swimming hole, their roots deep in the water, their knobby knees sticking up in the air.
Next to a massive boulder, one of the cypresses leans over the pool, dangling a knotted rope that entices daredevils to swing out over the water.
I snapped a few shots of this girl…
…who flew high…
…and then dropped in with a splash. Afterward she swam over, introduced herself as Steele (cool name), and asked me if I’d send the pics to her. I did, and I hope she enjoys them!
This boy is preparing for a big swing too.
Swinging low…
…and then high — and then jump!
It was still peaceful as more swimmers arrived, pausing at the water’s edge, working up the nerve to jump in.
What a beautiful place.
Sinuous bald cypress roots and stout, straight trunks like cathedral columns line the bank.
With pant cuffs rolled high, I explored the marshy creek, careful not to brush against prolific poison ivy or slip on roots or rocks. The place seemed to shimmer with fresh green leaves.
Rocks, pools, and roots
Old cypress stumps hosted new plants within a cradle of gray wood.
Maidenhair fern
Cypress, water, and rocks
The springs feed into Little Cypress Creek, which flows into Lake Travis.
I followed the bluff back along the creek, checking out numerous small caves gaping in the soft limestone wall.
Another waterfall trickles down the ferny bluff here…
…splashing onto algae-greened rocks and then flowing into the creek.
Krause Springs is a spectacular place, especially in the early morning before it gets crowded. There’s also a spring-fed, man-made swimming pool atop the bluff, numerous picnic tables, and a garden with enormous Music of the Spheres wind chimes and a pretty grotto fountain.
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What a magical place. Seeing those children swing on a rope over the creek took me back to my childhood. When we would visit relatives in LA they had a creek near their home where we could do this. The water was so COLD. I will never forget the sensation of dropping into that creek on a hot day.
I bet it was fun, Lisa. I didn’t have access to a natural swimming hole when I was a kid, but I have fond memories of sliding down a big rock slab called, appropriately, Sliding Rock in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The pleasures of a childhood spent outdoors! —Pam
I’ll bet many of us share childhood memories of rope swings and water holes. There was one at my grandparents’ farm in Virginia and it was magic.
Seeing these photos was a great start for the day.
I’m glad you enjoyed them, Pat! —Pam
Another hidden Texas gem! Lovely post and so glad folks from outside our area get a chance to see the beauty of Texas Hill Country!
Always happy to share the beauty of our region. —Pam
Your photos make this spot even more magical than it already is. Just wish they could make me forget about snakes long enough to enjoy spots like this again. How I ever spent so much time in swimming holes as a teen is a mystery to me now.
Your comment made me smile, Vicki. I did think about snakes while I walked around the marshy area and the creek, but not too much. When I swam in a small hole in Comfort last spring, I gave it more consideration. But hey, you only live once! —Pam
What an incredible way to spend Easter Sunday! I’m pleased to know that magical places like this exist.
There’s lots of magic out there, Kris. 🙂 —Pam
Swinging towards the water looks so fun! And love the image of those tree roots snaking their way above the water line.
Cypress tree roots are pretty fascinating. —Pam