on Wednesday the sun came out and we found this butterfly hard...
a very handsome fellow
never knew butterflies have so much flexibility in their neck
he can turn his head just like a bird
a beautiful speciman
map of the Woodlands
time to go exploring
entrance to the trail
sooner or later everything in this forest grows moss
abandoned picnic tables
and they don't look that old - wonder if there are any...
don't stand there too long Madolyn!
these berries look a lot like the bakeapples that grow in Newfoundland...
touches of color amid all that green
Queen Anne's lace
the flowers of the forest tend to be small and delicate
but Madolyn is good at finding them
these are bleeding hearts - the ones the Republicans are always whining...
a little too early for that one to taste good
one of the more prolific flowers in the forest
one of the trails we took
those damned bleeding hearts are everywhere
this photo looks like it should be vertical but it's not
some beautifully carved benches at the rest stops
and along the trails
at last we come to the Salmon River
not a big roaring river
but a nice one
with some fool waving from the bridge
another of The Woodlands' lovely trails
this trail has an extensive boardwalk
which is good because the ground is pretty marshy
they are experimenting with plastic boards but they warp in the humidity...
and always in any sunny spot you see the flowers
the still water reflects the clouds
and other things
more warpage
in this pond we watched a salamander for a while
every stop on the trail had one of these bronzes celebrating one...
we finally said 'goodbye' to the salamander
these are almost ready
skunk cabbage
skunk cabbage blossom
back on the banks of the river
mushrooms
this beautiful sculpture points the way toward the streambed station
a valve on the park's water management system
a bunch of schoolkids on a river beach outing
a friendly banana slug
entry to the streambed display
sculpins patrolling the bottom in search of eggs
an endless source of fascination for old and young alike
this sign explained the different markings but the fish were small and...
the lighting was too dim to photograph the fish well
but they were fun to watch
the trail back to camp
A lush rain forest flourishes on the lower slopes of Mt. Hood
The Palmer Glacier on Mt. Hood is the source of several rivers. One of them is Oregon’s Salmon River, which is a tributary of the Sandy River. In it’s 33 mile run from Palmer to Sandy, the Salmon River passes through the Woodlands, a recreation area adjacent to our campground at Mt. Hood Village. The boundary between the private park and the public park is not fenced, and there are several trails that lead from the campground into the Woodlands. Today we explored them for most of the day.
This is Cascadian rainforest - a cathedral of towering trees, carpeted with ferns. The scenery is mesmerizing - but if you stand too long in one place you’ll take root and start growing moss! Not every species could flourish in these conditions, but the ones that do are healthy and lush.
If Nature’s green is the hardest color for an artist to replicate, then this place is an artist’s nightmare. There is every shade of green imaginable - except the ones in your pallet! It’s as if God were mocking us - saying “There fool - let’s see you paint this!” The Impressionists avoided green as much as possible - except for Pissarro who bought green paint by the gallon. But even Pissarro would have trouble with the Cascades. I can just hear him swearing in French, “Sacre Bleu - impossibile!”
Foolishness aside, the forest is lovely and ethereal, and in July the Salmon River is still running strong. Oregon is working hard to restore it’s salmon runs, and here they have a stream observation station where visitors can look into an underwater stream bed and see wild trout, salmon and steelhead fingerlings in their natural habitat. They are hard to photograph but fun to watch, and we even spotted a gnarly little sculpin sneaking along the bottom as it searched for eggs.
In five years of travel, some of our best and most memorable days are ones we’ve spent hiking our state and national refuges and parks. Today was no exception, and this rainforest will live in our memories for a very long time.