Spellbound
Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, Washington
I was finally able to get out hiking again yesterday, and after a more adventurous than anticipated hike to a magical waterfall (more on that in an upcoming post), I descended into the beautifully forested lower section of the trail. There were no other hikers around at that time, so I was enveloped in the hush of the winter woodland, quiet save for the occasional sound of a bird call. Surrounded by trees in every direction, I breathed in the deep, rich scent of the forest.
As I hiked along, I noticed wisps of fog starting to float through the trees, dancing in and out among the trunks and branches. The sun was rapidly dropping toward the mountain peaks that would soon obscure its light, and as it slid down through the sky, the rays filtered through the forest canopy and caught the fog tendrils, as though playing a game of tag.
The sunlit fog seemed to illuminate the woods with a warm and beckoning light, and I suddenly felt as if I had been transported to an enchanted forest where everything shimmered with light and life and magical possibility.
All too soon the moment was over as the sun dropped behind the nearby mountains, and the forest returned to a state of being simply foggy and cold as the winter darkness rapidly approached.
Spellbound
Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, Washington
I was finally able to get out hiking again yesterday, and after a more adventurous than anticipated hike to a magical waterfall (more on that in an upcoming post), I descended into the beautifully forested lower section of the trail. There were no other hikers around at that time, so I was enveloped in the hush of the winter woodland, quiet save for the occasional sound of a bird call. Surrounded by trees in every direction, I breathed in the deep, rich scent of the forest.
As I hiked along, I noticed wisps of fog starting to float through the trees, dancing in and out among the trunks and branches. The sun was rapidly dropping toward the mountain peaks that would soon obscure its light, and as it slid down through the sky, the rays filtered through the forest canopy and caught the fog tendrils, as though playing a game of tag.
The sunlit fog seemed to illuminate the woods with a warm and beckoning light, and I suddenly felt as if I had been transported to an enchanted forest where everything shimmered with light and life and magical possibility.
All too soon the moment was over as the sun dropped behind the nearby mountains, and the forest returned to a state of being simply foggy and cold as the winter darkness rapidly approached.