First hike in the PNW

Yesterday was my first hike in the Pacific Northwest.  M and I drove out to Multnomah Falls and took a hike up the Gorge, along the Columbia River, to the backside of the Falls in Oregon. We ended up hiking a good ten miles.  It was beautiful- every switchback led us to a new stunning view of falls, different moss, sun, forest smells, budding flowers. 
I admit very early on I was wondering if I could make it, but after a granola bar, my energy was renewed.  I let winter make me a little soft, but I now feel inspired to get out and be in the beauty of this incredible part of our country.  M was more prepared, and I made a mental note to always carry snacks, water, and a pair of socks on every hike.  Also a camera, journal, pen, and phone. 

Afterwards M took me to Edgefield, which is like a little town in and of itself.  It has all kinds of really cool little bars, spas, restaurants, and gardens.  We got a beer at Jerry's, a little pub reflective of Jerry Garcia, and then we ordered a pizza. We told stories and laughed.  It was a great day.  M's spirit is infectious.  I love how our lives have intersected and crossed over the last 15 years.