Multnomah Falls is usually so crowded that I've never taken the time to check out the view from the first bridge. This morning, the lot was empty. Turns out, it is quite pretty from there.
A familiar sight, now in brilliant color.
I did not remember seeing this creek on Sunday when we came down from Franklin Ridge. No matter how many times you run the trails, there are always new things to see. Especially if you are senile.
A foxglove blooms late in to the season.
We chose to run up to Larch Mountain from the bottom of the Gorge. If you drive to the top, this is the hardest part you'll face.
In case you weren't sure how high you had climbed, the nice folks who built the viewing ramp reminded you how far you had come.
The Columbia River basin, far below.
On the left, St Helens, in the middle, Rainier, and on the right, Adams.
Mt Adams in the distance.
And a shot of Mt Hood.
We finished off the adventure with a quick trip to Oneonta Gorge. Our flip-flops weren't the best choice to try and scramble over the logjam, so we'll leave that for another day.
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