There’s a forest not too far from my house, about 35 minutes away by car. A river runs through the forest, and a hiking trail follows the river's route.
That forest is one of the greenest places I know...which is saying something here in Western Washington, The Land Where Chlorophyll Reins (rains?) Even in winter when the high mountains nearby are covered with winter white, the moss, ferns and evergreens of the low elevation forest play tricks on the eyes, giving one a sense that it’s spring, long before the calendar agrees.
I’ve walked that forest trail dozens of times and I was there again over the weekend. I tend not to log a lot of miles on these hikes; I’m like a water witch and my camera is my willow switch: I’m led first in this direction, then that. Wow, those moss-covered tree trunks over there are cool...and so is that little waterfall...and...
