At the Elk Falls trailhead, the snow was 10 inches deep in the parking lot. But there were a half dozen cars parked; people were out there on the trails. I went to join them.
|There's less snow on the trail, under the cover of the trees.|
This forest is usually dark, in shades of dark green and brown, the tall evergreens, growing so closely together cutting off the sun. The snow made everything new. And it was quiet, so very quiet; the snow muffled all the usual whisperings and creakings of the trees. But now and then large lumps of snow fell from branches far above; Plop, plop! And then silence again.
|Down, down, down. A bit slippery here.|
I could hear the falls long before I arrived at the first lookout over the river. I was glad I'd come; such a change from grey rocks and green forest, as I usually see it!
|The river and the top of the falls.|
|Still going down.|
|And the stairs go on down to the suspension bridge and more lookouts.|
I didn't brave the steps; the top steps were icy. And my feet were cold; I'd forgotten to wear boots.