In 1970 I hiked the Appalachian Trail through Great Smoky Mountains National Park with a college friend. The trail was filled with adventures that I look back on with nostalgia.
I hiked some short trails in the redwoods and walked the Pacific Ocean beach to explore Fern Canyon in the fog. It was magical. Too soon, I had to hightail my way back to my job, but at least I had experienced a bit of the storied California Coast.
Autumn mushroom hunting is a way of life where I live, in the rain forests of the Olympic Peninsula. Here, the autumn scent of mushrooms in the rain hangs in the damp forest air.
The valley of the Dungeness River is a place of silence, interrupted mostly by the rushing of the river and the dreamlike songs of Hermit Thrushes high in the towering Western Hemlocks and Douglas Firs.
The Enchantments is among the premier backpacking destinations in the Pacific Northwest, and is especially wonderful in autumn, when Alpine Larches are golden. This is part one of an account of a week-long hike into this high country of Mountain Goats, wilderness lakes, and granite peaks.
Rime ice accumulates on the conifers of Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park.
A hike along the Gray Wolf Trail in Olympic National Forest.