So, we decided that a single falls hike was not enough for one day, so we added a second trail to the list. I have never been to Franklin Falls, but it was a very nice, mellow low elevation hike. We didn’t hit the trail at the beginning of it, because after driving halfway through the park area and not finding the trailhead, we went back out and asked at the ranger station. They told us that we could park anywhere that there was a pullout and could see the trail and start there. So, that’s what we did. And that’s where I got my first shot from the trail. Combination waterfall stream and snow stream. |
There is something deeply amusing to me that one of the first blooms in the forest is the skunk cabbage. This plant never ceases to amaze me. The leaves are just massive, but it seems that they don’t get so very huge until after they have bloomed. But, the blooms are just so unique. I am guessing it only qualifies as a single petal that forms a hammock cup that shoots out what appears to be a corncob spathe on a stalk. |
Love the mossy covered branches!! |
And they take on a surreal look when you strip them of the color. |
Seems like there may be more than one set of falls here. This one is for the smallest of the fey creatures. The dark crevices alongside are part of a complex network of pathways that weave through all areas of the forest for them to monitor the conditions. Rumor has it that there are additional pathways that will spirit them to the neighboring forests and possibly all of them. This has not been proven though. The entrances of many of them are guarded by a particularly viscous sect of trolls whose teeth are not only barbed and sharp as razors, but also have a caustic bile in their mouths that can dissolve every known fabric. |
Beware gifts offered by the spirits of the forests. Especially if they are black and and the hand offering them is protruding straight up out of the ground. |
And for those that are wondering how they keep those little fairy outfits so clean and stain free, please observe the community washing stream. It is equipped with old growth agitators, stone tumbling action and no need for water softeners with the patented pure glacier fed water system. |
There were some issues between them before emerging from the ground. Consequently, even though they were conjoined at the hip, they stubbornly stared of into other directions. |
Tiny bells, ringing in the forest. Tiny bells, ringing through the silence. Tiny bells, sounding just like Yuletide. Tiny bells, ringing wings onto fairies. |
Rounding the corner, we find the little alcove where much panning for gold, or silver, or maybe it was agates. Well, they didn’t have much luck till they got back into town where they opened up a store to sell off their tools to the burly men heading up to Alaska where for a small additional sum, they included a map to the homestead where it is reputed that you can see Russia from the back porch. |
Ahhh, a quartet of skunk blossoms. Just looking at that lovely shiny petal and cob-like center, you are certain they will work so well with any of a number of those recipes you were looking at in that new cookbook over the weekend. |
This is what is known as a forest ruins. All that is left is a mere shell of what was once a majestic tree. However, unlike the ruins of humans, life still prevails in the ruins of the forest. Look closely and you will see the dripping hills of moss, the ferns peeking from the crumbling bark. Tiny insects make it their very own gingerbread tree house that they will live in and eat their way through. Its a termite foodie wet dream! |
Nature reclaims all. From the death and ruins of even the skeletal remains of a tree, there emerges new life. |
And for those that were wondering what ever became of Ratatoskr? Well, he made a wrong turn and found himself in the PNW forests where he foolishly attempted to convert the heathenish fairies that inhabit these lands. They laughed at him and called him names, such as squirrel-zipper-nut-catcher. Well, he couldn’t resist reacting with the anger the Norse are known for and raced up and down the trees spewing threats of calling down the anger of his gods till he ceased to be an entertainment and moved into annoyance On his next scurry up a tree, he was caught by the sap and by the next morning had been sucked into the bark, an eternal warning to any who came upon him that one should use caution in dealings with the spirits in the trees. |
The guardians of the forest. They were here before you came. They will persist after you have gone. Just walk up to one of these Golliaths and breath in its magnitude. Quietly waiting, being, watching. And you cannot but be filled with their soft peace when you stand next to them and breath in the spikey green of their perfume. |
There she is! First glimpse which brings a swift drop in temperature. The slick rocks from the spray serve to hold back all but the most determined of the hikers. Alas, my son was not wearing shoes that allowed him to count himself in their numbers. |
Stripped of color, you can almost feel the chill of her presence. The falling locks of the Ice Queen. |
The truth is, it was very easy to convince me to go on a double hike given they both involved waterfalls. Its yet another of those things that my son and I share in common. Our love of falls. He has always been my favorite running around with buddy. That hasn’t changed. He still is. |
Just stunning! |
Oh my! There’s a lady in this falls too! A bit heavier than the one at Boulder River. And she might be expecting. |
Yup, she’s still there! |
And a rather surprised little monster at the base of the rotted trunk. Okay, I have a wild imagination, but you can see it there. Two eyes over the gaping mouth! He’s kinda cute, don’t you think? |
This IS my idea of worship. I don’t know that I believe any of the Gods really exist, but if any of them do its not in a building you will find them. Its in “this” that they will call any earthly home. |
And there he is! That’s my son! Geek to the core. Even wears his Google goggles out on the trails. But, at least he is mostly able to tune out the outside world and enjoy the woods. I did really good. He is a success in his life and doesn’t work himself into a grave doing it. He makes sure he enjoys life. And not waiting to do so. I am proud. And I still don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing son. |
Just cuz it was cool looking. That’s why! |
Love these mushrooms! Sometimes they can get absolutely HUGE! Of course, the tree is generally dead that they are on. I’m not sure if they grow on dead trees or kill the trees. |
You can just hear the tunes from Little Shop of Horrors playing in your head as you look on it. Maybe that’s what sucked the squirrel into the bark. |
Black branches stretching out from the trunk like dark lightening issuing from the depths of the tree. |
Reclaiming as nature always does. Nurse trees on a fallen mother. |
And yes folks, that is indeed snow at the end of May. We almost forgot to stop and get a few shots of that on the way out. Luckily, we didn’t have to walk back too far when we found a place to park. |
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Looks like a tree huggers paradise. I need to figure out how to get there.
Gorgeous!!!!!!!!!