It was time for a vacation around our house last week. We have been working machines for the last few months and it was time to pack up and check out for a bit. We took to Lower Lewis River Falls with our favorite camping companions for our annual camping trip to enjoy the fire glow, camp meals, beautiful scenery, and of course fun & laughter. The weather was kind, the water was crisp, and the views were unforgettable.
Quiet. Calm. Green. Fresh.I love the Pacific Northwest.
Here are a few shots from a recent little walk up to Marymere Falls on a warm summer evening. This is an easy hike with easy access off of Highway 101 at Crescent Lake. Park near the ranger station and follow the trail. You will be greeted by towering trees, moss as far as the eye can see, and that awesome hallow trail sound with every step.
It snowed this week in the near mountains. I think I will have plenty of snow play in my future with over 100 inches of snow that fell in my local mountains over the last couple of days.
I set off for a morning trail run at Lake Easton, hoping for relatively flat terrain after a hit and a miss at Gold Creek on Snoqualmie.
Once I got there, I felt calm, quiet, and honestly a little embarrassed after wiping out numerous times. I’m not the stellar skier I thought I was on the chosen un-groomed trail. Needless to say, the photos weren’t perfect, but the solitude certainly was.
Everyone needs a place to think. I caught an extrordinary short film on PBS last light called Bone, Wind, Fire. I had particularly identified with Emily Carr and her take on nature and spirituality. I thought about the times I spend in the local woods and wanted to share the beauty that I too, feel when I am in the presence of nature.
I have been wanting to go mushrooming for a while now. (maybe it was the Fall Fungi discovered last week that inspired me) It was an old family past time of tredging through the woods in jeans and flannel, boots and wool socks. As a true mushroomer, I can’t disclose our location, but the pickins were very slim. My partner in crime and I wantered off the trails to find only one, very large Chanterelle. 3 hours passed with lots of laughter, lots of mud, and the prize of the one missing ingredient I needed for my pasta tonight in my basket.