Our longtime friend Jim was visiting this week from Washington DC, and, since Jim is a photographer too and is as passionate as I am about the beauty of the Pacific Northwest landscape, I suspect it goes without saying that Jim and I didn’t spend much time in the house watching television, or cruising local shopping malls.
Nope, Jimi and I took our cameras out into the neighboring mountains and forests and, like the bear who went over the mountain, we went to see what we could see.
We ventured out into the woods one rainy afternoon and walked a trail in the Olympic National Forest, where we were bowled-over by the color green, ultra-intense in spring’s growth spurt. Another day we called our friend, Michael, who joined us on a drive into the Cascades where we hiked a trail to a waterfall near Mt. Index.
We laughed. We teased. Sometimes we moved along the trail in silence. We reveled in the memories that come from friendships rich with 30-plus years of history.
It was a good week to be outside.
