Into the Green
The Pacific Northwest is a world draped in green. Moss clings to every surface — rocks, trees, even the old wooden bridges that cross rushing streams. The air smells of cedar and damp earth, and the only sounds are birdsong and the distant rush of water.
The Hidden Falls
We followed a trail that wasn't on any map, shared with us by a park ranger who'd spent thirty years exploring these woods. After two hours of gentle climbing through ancient Douglas firs, we heard it before we saw it — a waterfall tumbling sixty feet into a pool of crystalline water.
There was no one else there. No signs, no railings, no tourist infrastructure. Just us and the falls and the forest.
Creatures of the Forest
On our way back, we spotted a family of elk grazing in a meadow. A bald eagle circled overhead. A banana slug the length of my hand crossed the trail in front of us. This is a place where nature still runs the show, and humans are just visitors.
