And it was the perfect day for it. Sunshine and shadow, deep browns and eye-watering yellows, the rumble of the highway above on one side, the river alternately murmuring or roaring on the other, as it ambled between islands or leapt over rocks in a deep channel. And an intriguing medley of scents; spicy evergreens, nutty mushrooms, dying skunk cabbages, crunchy, tangy maple leaves underfoot, and once, half a dead fish, left behind perhaps by a surprised bear. (I found several piles of bear scat, but it was dry and scentless.)
|Near the starting point. A well-maintained trail. The river is on my right.|
|Here the river is shallow, but the current is strong in spots. I met several fishermen, none with fish so far. The river is home to several species of salmon and trout.|
|Further upstream, logs and rocks make a dam and a calm pool, glowing where the sun shines on it.|
|Looking straight up; green leaves, yellow leaves. And blue-green evergreens.|
|Another quiet pool, with a maple leaf floating slowly downstream.|
|In deeper shadow, sunlight picks out a few orange leaves.|
|Just trees, with their yellowing leaves.|
|Looking upstream. The trail goes up this shady side, then crosses and comes downstream in the sunshine.|
The circuit, trailhead to trailhead, upstream and back down the far side, is about 4 km. long. A couple of women I met on the trail said it would take about an hour and a half to walk. (Plus another 1/2 km hike to get back to the car.) But I was poking along, looking at mushrooms and spider webs; it would take me much longer. Too long for that day. I turned back after the first kilometre; I'll be back soon, at least to reach the bridge.
|Canyonview trail. I walked the south side from the parking lot to the next marker. There is another bridge further upstream, unmarked.|
Some of the mushrooms, tomorrow.