Forks

The Quinalt Rainforest in Olympic National Park

This fall I stayed a couple of nights in the little town of Forks while hiking in the Quinalt and Hoh Rainforests. On my drive into town, I kept seeing signs like “Welcome Twilight Fans” but I didn’t know what Twilight was. When I checked into the hotel, the friendly woman behind the desk clued me into the wildly popular books.

I had a great time hiking in the rainforests with lovely scenes like these moss-draped trees in the Quinalt, so I decided to read the first book in the series even though I’m not exactly the target demographic — I am not now, nor have I ever been, a teenage girl.

Speaking of books, the other day I woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep so I continued reading Fellowship of the Ring where I last left off. It was a cold morning and my electric blanket had turned itself off, so I basked in the toasty warmth of a Balrog.

Wet Greens

Green plants in a shallow stream in the Hoh Rainforest in Olympic National Park

With melting snow and approaching rain, I shoveled out a channel along the side of our street in Portland so all of that water would have some place to go. I know from past experience with fallen leaves that if the area beside our driveway isn’t completely clear we end up with a little lake where the driveway meets the road.

The Hoh River in Olympic National Park is also fed by melting snow, but this snow is from glaciers high in the Olympic range that grind rocks into silt that color the runoff a milky blue. I suspect this little stream running through the Hall of Mosses Trail is spring fed, as unlike the Hoh its clear waters showed the brilliant green plants that were swaying in the gentle current.

The Free Way

Interstate 5 at night as seen from the Burnside Bridge in Portland, Oregon

A view over I-5 from the Burnside Bridge. Not too sharp as it was handheld and I wanted a long exposure to turn the car lights into long streaks. Normally I would have braced the camera on the edge of the bridge, but there was a lot of snow both on the bridge and on the railing, and since I’m scared of heights as it is, I played it safe. Besides I had originally promised my wife I’d be home before dark, but with the MAX line down I was hoofing it and running behind.

This section of the interstate seemed pretty clear but that wasn’t true for many other areas, and the side streets were a mess. Not a bad day to be walking all things considered and I was having a lot of fun taking pictures on the walk home.