the giant spruce trail
The next morning we took the hike we didn’t finish the previous evening. It’s rather heavenly diving into these temperate rain forests. Like another world altogether.
We found this marvelous Dr Seuss tree along the trail to the Giant Spruce. It’s so covered in moss, it’s hard to tell what sort of tree it is (officially), but around here it’s the large leaf maple that likes to collect the wild hairdos created by Moss. I think it’s different trees that do the same in the Southern states.
A little bridge took us across Cape Creek. Seemed as though there wasn’t a great deal of water, but there was a tiny waterfall just behind the spot where we camped. I fell asleep to the sound of water bubbling over rocks the previous night.
The path immersed in innumerable shades of green.
I couldn’t resist another shot of the Fairybells. The light was different from the night before, so there were more shadows to contend with, but still… I’m enchanted with the way they peek shyly from under their leaves.
I won’t even try to count the number of ferns or shades of green. It’s a pretty amazing place.
I haven’t wrapped my head around the thought of naming or differentiating the ferns. I’ll just call them lush and vibrant with the most intriguing shapes.
They do like to show up in every nook and cranny.
Not to mention the variety of shapes… I could call this one Lacy.
Continuing down the path… with more shades of green.
Of course there were flowers occasionally hidden in all the fern-laden lushness. Tiny Pacific Bleeding Hearts, (Dicentra formosa).
Then the featured Giant Spruce appeared ahead of us.
There is simply no way to convey the size and height of this splendid bit of tree.
Another fragment of it at the base. Perhaps I should have had a person standing there for a sense of scale, but even that doesn’t compare to the experience of it.
So then we’re back to the ferns and some Oxalis leaves (and bark) for another glimpse of the forest wild life.
A farewell shot to the Fairybells. May they keep ringing forever.
Not a brilliant photo, but I had to give a nod to a fungus (among us?)
Speaking of fungus… we were joined by some lichen clinging to a certain tree. I’m pretty sure it’s called a lichen, but I haven’t figured it all out… (yet?)
Another bitty yellow flower I haven’t found the time or inclination to look up. To me, it’s a different sort of buttercup with some rather large leaves.
It’s strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a man’s mind for so many years. Yet those memories can be awakened and brought forth fresh and new, just by something you’ve seen, or something you’ve heard, or the sight of an old familiar face.
― Wilson Rawls,