This one was a workout on the calves and glutes! Misty skies made the wildflowers pop on a grey canvas. Mollusks, insects, and birds abound. Kept wishing for a furry mammal sighting in the treeline. Alas, I had only my memories of Wednesday's visit to the Oregon Zoo.
The fourth Sunday in June, Andrew and I drove east of Molalla to the somewhat hard-to-find Table Mountain Trailhead. The trail begins where one of those winding gravel roads abruptly ends in a smallish turnout. You aren't sure you have arrived until you get out and walk down the trail several feet. We didn't do this the first time. Sullivan's descriptions are always accurate. It's just that things don't always look as you expect. Vegetation and road burms camouflage evidence of human construction. Just as well. Adds to the mystery and adventure.
Jenny Gapp, has eighteen years experience as a teacher librarian, four seasons as a seasonal state park ranger assistant, and two summers adventuring with National Parks in an official capacity.