After a brief walk into Washington, it was time to go up. Unfortunately, all the elevation gain was paired with yesterday’s foggy, gloomy weather. I was pretty bummed to not see anything for all the of morning.
Around 1 PM the sun startrd shining through as I was descending into hills and mountainsides near Carson. The terrain was pretty familiar with one exception: I kept passing by old growth trees. These trees were sometimes massive, sometimes slender, but always with tons of character. Often times there was years of miss hanging from the bark and branches. Often they were surrounded by ancient looking ferns. It was a trippy but awesome sight. I felt like I was walking through Isla Nublar from Jurassic Park. The trees and foliage were so historic.
My legs (namely shin and feet) we’re feeling great so I decided to push to a good campsite before another big climb. And what did I see when I got there? The whole campsite is surrounded by those old growth trees. So cool.
Main Photo: The Bridge of the Gods on August 22.