Tunnel Falls, some six miles from the trailhead, at full blast.
Through the tunnel, on the ledge.
Jenni develops tunnel vision.
We left Mount Rainier a while ago and headed, via a stopover with Gavin, to Sequim on the Olympic Peninsula.
On Sunday, we had to get the car facing southwards as we began a slow journey to San Diego. However, before
reaching our ultimate destination, in this world anyway, we stopped off in Oregon again to do some work on hiking.
We had undertaken a few hikes in the tree-filled state before our trip to Europe. Our editor wanted to know why we
asked those big fellows to help lift the car and turn it to face south. “Why didn’t you drive it around in the
usual way…like a normal person?”
“Sure, we could have done that. However, it would have lacked the dramatic impact commensurate with turning
to face San Diego,” we answered. She may have been wearing sunglasses but that did not hide the eye-roll.
She cannot fool us as easily as she did in the past. We have developed street-smarts recently. While we are
discussing our attributes, we think we might be pregnant. For two days, we have had a craving for pickles.
We remember that as a symptom.
Reaching the end point, Jenni turns to return. Only another 6 miles to go.
The highlight of the hike, maybe worth it.
We passed the same church where we learned about the way to Paradise two weeks ago. This time, the notice
board read, ‘If you are finding life easy, perhaps you are going downhill.’ This impressed us. For a minute,
we thought about it and realized climbing mountains is anything but going downhill, the first leg, anyway.
We felt comforted.
A remarkable waterfall, powerful with a hint of color.
Heading behind the falls, not before a sprinkle first.
If nothing else, we have feelings for our motor vehicle, car for South Africans. We gave it a rest when
we took a ferry from Edmonds to Kingston on the Peninsula. It was a short and efficient journey, enjoyable
for us and of course, restful for the car. Talking of cars, we once saw this video where it appears most
women choose vehicles by color. While we are not fussy about cars, we have to act manly to keep up appearances
and kick the tyres and open the hood. Have you noticed the way men stand peering into the engine? We wonder
how many know what they are even looking at. We digress. We said to our editor, "What car should we buy when
we returned from New Zealand?" She thought about it, impressing us with her apparently newly gained knowledge
of the industry. "A white one," she replied finally. So we purchased a white one.
Editor leans in for a shower.
Glistening front wall with not too bright rear contrast
Today our editor found this 12-miles hike. Twelve miles is a long way, especially should you walk it.
A guide book stated it was one of Oregon’s best. We have subsequently thrown away the book; it was
easier than driving out of Oregon in a hurry. While the hike was nice, there was little of substance
until the climax—the place where we developed tunnel vision. It really had a big finish. Was it worth it?
Good question.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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