We hiked at Siouxon Creek in the southern Washington Cascades just last weekend; yet, it feels like an eternity has passed. I learned on Sunday that my beloved grandma's health is declining. And then Wednesday brought the devastating news of a mass shooting at a high school in Florida. When will enough be enough?
As I reflect on our walk in the woods, I can still feel the cold air on my face. I can smell the moss covering a young Douglas Fir. I can hear the birds chirping, almost as if they are expressing relief that spring is on the way. But I don't have many words.
Here are some images from our 5-6 mile walk along the Siouxon (pronounced SOO-sahn) Creek Trail in Gifford Pinchot National Forest.
We bundle Luca up on a chilly (34 degree) morning and hop on the trail. We descend towards the creek through a lush forest. Oh, how good it feels to breathe in fresh air.
“In a cool solitude of trees
Where leaves and birds a music spin,
Mind that was weary is at ease,
New rhythms in the soul begin.”
We spot multiple campsites along the creek and decide we will have to return someday soon to camp and hike the entire trail.
The creek is gorgeous, the forest is alive. Birds are even chirping! The sun rises above the hillside and warm light floods the forest. Fog clears. We are greeted by blue sky. I'm looking forward to returning to this spectacular trail.
“Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.”