I drove to Moulton Falls alone. The water levels at the falls were unusually high.
I met Deb (David e.b.) along the trail with his grandson Jim, and Jim’s two friends from a fraternity at University of Washington. Deb owns a vineyard in the Yacolt area, and has lived there for over 40 years. They led me to the falls when I was a bit turned around. We traipsed through the water soaked trails and tried to keep our socks dry. Jim told me about studying for a business degree in the hopes of inheriting his dad’s security company, and shared that he’s also a portrait photographer as a hobby.
We parted ways on the way back as I stopped to make photographs.
I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy stepping into new places for a look.