The day was quickly fading, yet the call for one last exploration was stronger than the pain in my twitching leg muscles.
I find the route to Tumalo Falls, and head out in the late afternoon sun.
I get the last parking spot, yet the trailhead is void of people. Most are probably on the longer trek to Happy Valley, as you can see the Falls from the start of the trail, and it’s only a 1/4 mile to the top of the waterfall.
After my day hiking along the Deschutes river, 1/4 mile is about all the distance my body can handle.
I reach the top just as the golden hour starts it’s approach. The soft light creates a special feeling in the air, something that we all should get to know…
over and over again.
