The sun came out, and so did we. I love the luscious greens, layer upon layer of verdant mosses and sword ferns and lichen. One of the first things that struck me about west coast forests, when I hiked at Buntzen Lake with my best friend in 1998, was the beards of moss, draped over branches.
I took these photos this weekend with my family at Cultus Lake. My children are tough little walkers, making the uphill hike to see the “Seven Sisters” fir trees without much of a complaint. The forest air is incredibly clean and still, our footfall barely noticeable on the cushioned red earth. Only the occasional cadence of birdsong, the whisper of the treetops and the soul-flushing surge of a spring stream.