Wednesday, August 16, 2017

A Walk around Trillium Lake

Exploring the Pacific Northwest

When we walked down to the lake's edge from the parking lot and saw this picture perfect postcard view of Mt. Hood, we both gasped and then cracked up with unrestrained laughter.

"Are we ever going to stop gasping?" my travel buddy finally blurted.

"I hope not," I said.

I hope not.  But . . .

I realize I am still in mourning over my mother's death, but I can't seem to stop thinking about my parents of late. That flame inside them which defined their existence, flickered, faded and finally blew out long before their bodies did. In the last years of their lives, they were mere shells of their true selves.

I remember so distinctly when I first realized this sad phenomenon was happening.  My dad was visiting from Arizona and I took him on a drive from Santa Barbara to Ventura.  Here, the freeway hugs the Pacific Ocean and the views are spectacular.  When I noticed a school of dolphins playing close to shore, I asked my dad if he wanted to stop and watch them.

"No.  I've seen dolphins before," he said and then just looked glassy-eyed ahead, not saying another word for the rest of the drive.

I remember thinking:  Where did my dad go?

They were in their mid-80's when this started to happen.  Not even antidepressants helped.  We all watched helplessly as they withdrew into their comfortable recliners and remained there staring at the four walls for the rest of their days.

So as I walked around this beautiful lake just a few miles southwest of that gasp-inducing mountain, my thoughts kept returning to them.  What could they have done differently?  What could I have done?  How can I not let this happen to me?

They say that after a loved-one dies, hallucinations are common.  It is why so many people believe in ghosts.  But I swear I heard my mother's voice.

"We stopped taking walks," she said.  "That's what happened."

I looked ahead.  My travel buddy had just rounded a corner and I quickened my pace to catch up with him.

No way.  Is it really as simple as that?

"It really is, my darling. You and Richard can stop worrying now."  Then she laughed.  "I foresee the two of you marching into old age with mahogany canes and silver flasks.  Now . . . go enjoy your walk."

And so I did.  I enjoyed every second of it.  Every blade of grass in the bog.  Every broken plank of the boardwalk path.  (Beware!)  Every wildflower.  Every spruce, willow and alder.  I enjoyed the blue blue sky and the snow on the mountain.  I enjoyed watching the children play in the water.  The fishermen hooking their lines with bait.  I enjoyed popping Lindt truffles into my mouth and then I enjoyed that ice cold beer once we made it back to our car.

And gasped at the view one more time.

Thanks, Mom!

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Bear Grass with a Purpose

Wildflowers of the Pacific Northwest

While hiking in the fire ravaged Mt. Adams area, I noticed these tall spires of white fluff.  They were everywhere.  Turns out this statuesque plant is not only lovely to look at, but it plays a vital role in the life of the Pacific Northwest.  Bear Grass (Xerophyllum tenax) is native to the area and a workhorse of a plant.

Native Americans used the leaves to weave garments and make baskets.  They ate the roasted rhizomes and boiled the roots for medicine.  Elk and deer graze on the flowers and grizzly bears cover their winter dens with the leaves.  (Thus, the name Bear Grass?)

Not only that, but as I witnessed during my hike, this plant is one of the first to pop up in areas consumed by wild fire.  It helps restore the soil, enabling other plants to grow again.  

Pretty important stuff, I'd say.

It flowers between June and September and its stout stalks can reach heights of six feet.  (Note to self:  Go to Glacier National Park next June to see fields and fields of these flowers.)  They are the most beautiful when they first bloom; their tiny flowers are fuller and whiter.

Bear Grass.  One of the most important wildflowers I have come across.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

A Happy Face in the Forest

Roadside Double Takes

Found while hiking on South Summit Trail
Mt. Adams, Washington

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Desolate Beauty of Mt. Adams

Mt. Adams is one of the Cascades, located in south central Washington.  We can see its snow-capped peak on a clear day from Hood River and it always makes us gasp, it is so magnificent.  Last week, my travel buddy and I scouted out the route to the summit.  We were surprised at how many people were on the trail--a veritable Grand Central Station of backpackers.  Many of them seemed excited, but some had that what in the world am I doing here look on their faces. One man even admitted to me that he probably wouldn't make it to the top.  "Don't worry," I assured him.  "You'll get your second wind."

"Lady, I haven't even gotten my first."

  The trail head to the summit begins at Cold Springs campground and that's where we started our climb.  I followed my travel buddy through a scorched landscape of dead trees for about a mile before we parted ways.  This southeastern slope used to be an emerald paradise but a fire swept through here two years ago with such a fury that 18,000 acres of forested land were completely destroyed.  Forest fires are supposed to be good for the ecosystem, right?  And this one was started by lightening so it was a natural event, right?

But I saw nothing beneficial happening here.  This fire did not get rid of the diseased trees; it got rid of all of them.  Mother Nature had dealt a cruel, cruel hand.

But once I got over the initial shock (and the sadness), I started to see the beauty in the trees that were still standing.  Some of them were sculptural; their shapes reminding me of creatures from a fantasy novel.  Better yet, beneath their twisted limbs, masses of wildflowers had found their way through the charred soil.  The earth was recovering, after all.  The contrast between the dead and the living was stark and oddly, a pleasant surprise.

At this junction in the trail, I bid my travel buddy a fond adieu.  He and all the other climbers could continue up a barren desolate mountain to the top, but not me.  I opted to go around; not up.  I set off to search for more flowers.  For more life. 

And I didn't see another soul.

 When we met down at the parking lot two hours later, my travel buddy admitted I had taken the better path.  "It's not the prettiest hike I've been on, that's for sure," he said.

  The summit trail is all about stamina and fortitude and reaching a goal.  I get it.  I really do, but I had no pangs of jealousy this time around.   

I'll take Beauty over Brawn any day.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Beyond Multnomah Falls

Exploring the Columbia River Gorge

Multnomah Falls is thee quintessential waterfall in the Columbia River Gorge.  Beautiful, yes.  Crowded, double yes.  Even so, this is the first place we take our out-of-town guests.  It never fails to impress.  Plus, there's a very good restaurant with a well-stocked bar adjacent to the waterfall that makes a nice outing but . . . .

what lies beyond?  And above?  I mean . . . when you've seen this waterfall a zillion times, you start to wonder. Well, a few weeks ago, I found out.
I huffed and puffed my way to the top of the falls, but wasn't that impressed.  All I could see were the hundreds of tourists below and a few cascading steps of the biggie that can't be seen from below,  but wait . . .

there's more.

A trail continues up, a trail I never even knew existed.  Off we went, my husband, my son and I--off into unexplored territory . . . and

 OMG, there is a whole different world up here, beyond Multonmah.

It is tourist-free, for one thing.   And absolutely gorgeous.  Not only is it a fun trail to hike, but there are numerous waterfalls . . . so many that I lost count.

The various trails are signed up here, but even so, we ran into a few hikers who were lost and had to point them in the right direction.  We turned right at Wahkeena Trail #420 and walked roughly a mile before starting the downhill hike.  The entire loop is about five miles, but I implore you to make the effort if you have the time and the stamina.  

My reward, upon our return, was a big fat hamburger and a chilled lager at the Multnomah Falls Lodge.  I didn't even mind all the tourists.  I had just spent three hours in a world of extreme beauty that very few people were aware even existed. 

There's so much more to see beyond and above Multonmah Falls.

Who knew?
Another Columbia Gorge iconic falls-Wahkeena