swirling, twirling, misting
Today began as one of those days that if I couldn’t have laughed, I would’ve cried.
We got up bright and early and prepared to head out for a hike with some friends from church. We ate breakfast, packed lunch, got dressed and actually arrived at our meeting place on time. All was well and good until we were halfway to Anacortes, and then the Boy threw up.
My sister reads my blog, so I’ll spare you the gory details.
The other car in our party went on ahead, which was probably good for the Boy, who didn’t need anymore witnesses than necessary. We decided to try to catch up with them, so K could ride on with them while I took the Boy home, but no dice. They’d already gotten far enough along that catching up with them would have taken more time than we liked, and the Boy was looking pretty pale in the back seat. We drove back toward home, and he threw up again. We stopped to pick up more cleaning supplies, since we’d used up all of our bags in the previous clean-up.
Incidentally, K handled the barfing really well. I mean, what are you going to do? But she didn’t gross out at all, which I appreciated. I was just really glad we were in my car, since she usually drives.
We decided to have a “girls hike” after taking the Boy home, which is how we ended up at Twin Falls. The trails begins by following along this river:
It climbs up, and then down, and then up again. We saw salmon-berries ripening along the trail and we inspected ferns to see if we could find any that might be edible, noting the many varieties. The Girl chatted with K most of the way, taking up my usual self-appointed task of keeping K entertained. *ahem* Actually, it was really cute. She likes to rave about how peaceful the woods are (completely missing the irony) and she finds places for bunnies to live under roots and rocks. Everything is amazing to her, except for when it’s “impressive”. She was very brave with some of the dogs we saw along the trail.
It’s only about a mile to the lower falls:
The upper falls can be seen from a bridge over the river, a half mile up from this lookout, but I neglected to take pictures there. Apparently.
We stopped for lunch, where a very friendly and brave chipmunk skittered around us for a few minutes, hoping for a handout. We disappointed him, so he went away.
The trip back down was much as the trip up. Back in the truck, K asked, did I mind if we stopped at Fall City to see the falls there? I didn’t mind at all, so we took a little detour through Fall City. We wound up at Snoqualmie falls… not sure if that’s the falls referenced in the name “Fall City”, but it was impressive anyway:
There was a very cool gift shop, which we strolled through, and K bought some magnets.
Much of the landscaping in the park seemed to reflect the local flora. We saw a couple of varieties of rhododendron, some kind of currant, and roses which first attracted our attention by being very fragrant:
These were also distinctive for having rose hips on the bush, which I’ve never noticed on cultivated plants, but how much do I know about roses? Approximately zilch.
I took a nap when I got home. The Boy seems to be feeling much better and now it’s Doctor Who time.