Silver Falls State Park

There was still mist on the meadow when we got up this morning; we're lulled to sleep by the chorus of frogs and hooting owls, and wake up to birdsong. We headed south-east, and our first stop was the town of Silverton, for coffee and a look in the windows of a knitting store called The Purl District. The Coffee Station used to be an old Filling Station and we saw several murals. One was dedicated to Silverton Bob, a collie lost on vacation in Indiana, who six months later arrived back home - a 3000 mile journey!

The road took us past lots of tree farms; we arrived at Silver Falls State Park and walked first to the Upper North Falls, then to North Falls, 136 feet high. The trail goes right behind the falls, so you can watch the water fall (mesmerizing) and the sun on the tall moss covered trees. You can barely see me on the trail behind the falls - there's a fellow in a white t-shirt on the right, and then me, a speck in a blue jacket.