Early morning in Oregon. Our little apartment was empty. Our suitcases were packed. We had an airplane to catch before heading off to our next home in South Carolina. Before bidding Oregon a fond farewell, however, we had one last adventure ahead of us.
With all of our current belongings in the back of the car, we headed out into the green woodland roads towards Multnomah Falls and the Columbia River Gorge.
The hike up to the falls was about a mile on a paved walkway. Since it was still morning, everything was quiet and the air was still. Austin and I walked hand-in-hand as we made our way onward and upward – moving with our faces turned towards the spay of mist from the power of the falls that descended over the entire trail like a cool, glittering mist.
According to Native American folklore, these magnificent 611-foot-tall cascading falls were created to win the heart and affections of a young princess who yearned for a secluded place to bathe.
There’s something so magnificent about waterfalls. I could just stand and gaze at them while listening to them roar forever.
The whole walking-up-to-a-group-trying-to-take-a-selfie-and-saying-we’ll-take-your-picture-if-you-take-ours trick. Works (almost) every time.
Even though we had a fantastic view from down below, we decided we wanted to hike up the rest of the way and stand on the bridge and experience Multnomah Falls from above too.
All too soon, it was time to head back to the car and make our way towards the airport to catch our flight. If we ever make it back to Oregon, I’d love to find myself at Multnomah Falls again and spend an entire day meandering along the trails and seeing more of this glorious area that is full of treasures that I am certain that I missed.