Wallace Falls

I'll post the events of Friday in a later posting.

Saturday, I left Oak Harbor with a heavy heart. It's a beautiful place with great people - it'd gotten to me, in the short week that I was there. I had some time to kill before my 11:00 p.m. flight for home, so I decided to explore other parts of the region. Meg had researched the web for some likely ways to spend a day, and found some pictures of Wallace Falls that looked promising.

A good sign.

I wasn't sure how much of the 5.5 mile trail that I wanted to tackle.

The first thing that impressed me, was how much moss was growing on the trees. It was a lush and vibrant shade of green.

Once across the foot bridge over the North fork of the Wallace River, the path takes a steep ascent toward the falls.

As you climb the trail, there are occasional breaks in the trees that let you see out across the river valley.

The first stop is the lower falls.

The middle falls is spectacular!

Keep taking the path up and up, and you will come to an overlook at the top of the middle falls.

The last bit of the trail that leads to the upper falls is very steep, and it is less traveled. I thought it was worth the effort - And the way back is all downhill! Wallace Falls was definitely a magical place to visit.

I used the rest of the day to visit the Olympia Sculpture Park in Seattle. Generally, I was unimpressed, but I thought these black granite eye benches were pretty cool.

I missed my shot! The guy in the orange shirt (behind the woman in blue), lifted his shirt over his head, and pointed his arms up in imitation of the orange cone. Pretty funny, guess you had to be there.