This morning I took a short trip to Coal Creek Falls on Cougar Mountain in Issaquah, and then proceeded to extend the morning trip to Snoqualmie River’s Middle Fork area, which is about 34 miles outside of Seattle.
It was very enjoyable, albeit the rain was persistent. I was joined by Justine Chan, poet and friend extraordinaire, who was on the recent trip to Nevada back in December.
Part One: Coal Creek Falls
A lovely albeit disturbing warning sign regarding nearby collapsible ground.
Like much of the PNW, ferns abound on Cougar Mountain.
Coal Creek Falls 1
Coal Creek Falls 2 ft. Justine
Coal Creek Falls 3
Coal Creek Falls 4
Coal Creek Falls 5 ft. Justine
Coal Creek Falls 6
Coal Creek Falls 7
Coal Creek Falls 8
Coal Creek Falls 9
Coal Creek Falls 10
Boot Scrape Part Two: Mine Creek
The Haunting Moss at Snoqualmie River
More very green and very haunting moss
Justine at the Mine Creek trail maze
Dead trees provide plenty of space for new life in a forest with so much rain
A recently fallen tree and a very defiled bathroom
Eyes on the room
Gray and green, green and gray
A flourish of moss-covered branches fallen
Absolutely nowhere else in the world will you find such hairy beauty
Positively dripping in this drizzle
Justine inadvertently posing for scale
An almost purple tint to the growth of this forest
Brilliantly dynamic within the haze of the rain
A giant, raging stream of gray: the Snoqualmie River
The river was very high, which we expected
Another pose, this time in front of this raging river
I assumed these mushrooms grew when the water was lower, which makes me wonder of their underwater capabilities (resilience)
More ‘shrooms. More water.
Rapids crashing as visual as audtiory
Despite the roar and the energy, there was a certain peace with the standing evergreens
Not sure what I find so curious about this image . . . I do have the urge to Photoshop some kind of river monster in it though.
Like tendrils those branches!
As hairy as wet. Truly grotesque when examined.
Or perhaps not grotesque, but enchanting.
When circling back around on the trail, we took the road back, on foot. These potholes were everywhere. Not exactly sure how they manage to be so prevalent on a relatively well-traveled road.
Bonus: Justine’s pictures of me!
That raging Coal Creek Waterfall!
A good iPhone shot of me amidst the field of potholes.
Overall it was a fantastically wet and muddy adventure of a morning. I hope to explore more of these locales as the winter progresses.