

Going down.

This area is called Wall Street where the walls close in. Kind of like the real Wall Street at times.

Towering Douglas fir trees reach for the light above.


On the floor of the canyon I felt like I was all alone in the world. My husband, who takes lots more pictures and spends much more time along the way, was out of sight behind me and there wasn’t another soul or creature in sight. Until...


On the (huff and puff) way back up, I took every opportunity to stop and take photos. Here is a trail maintenance crew getting their marching orders. They must be in great shape at the end of the season.

Thor’s Hammer from the upbound trail. Puff puff puff puff

And a view back down the trail… puff puff puff puff. Such a wondrous hike, but I wasn’t ready to do it all over again.