But I want to preserve and share images from this trip. Today Dad, Doug, Barb, and I all went on a hike in the Olympic National Forest, and I tried my best to take pictures. Dad helped.
In addition to being bad at taking pictures, I may also be bad at taking pictures. I'm always impressed by scenery, but I don't have the talent, desire, or equipment to be a decent landscape photographer, so you get a lot of those boring shots of trees you always skip through when someone shows you their photos. I got lucky on this hike because it happened to include friendly and photographable human subjects and an extra hand behind the camera. It doesn't bode well for my solo jaunts.
|It's been gloriously sunny since the day we arrived. You'll have to trust me that it's actually the Pacific Northwest.|
|Staggeringly enormous old-growth trees (L, far R) and Dad (center).|
|You know what Washington State has? Trees.|
|Me with the extraordinarily generous Barb and Doug|
Oh, and this was my first extended hike in my hideous gorilla-foot toe shoes. At first, I was kind of iffy/meh on the FiveFingers. But then I took them on a trail. Something about feeling every pebble and root and patch of sand makes for a wonderful hike. It really does feel like walking barefoot, minus the stabby parts. You can sense the ground beneath you and step accordingly without having to watch your feet. I never felt as though I were slipping, stumbling, or heavy-footed as I so often do in boots. My feet eventually began to feel fatigued toward the end of the hike, but it was a kind of muscle soreness rather than the strain, stiffness, and friction of boots and socks. And when my feet did get tired, I could walk right into an icy stream for a revitalizing bath, after which they dried almost instantly. I'm sold.
BUT WAIT, you say, DON'T YOU HAVE MORE PICTURES OF TREES??!!?!??!
|Whatever, you guys. Moss is awesome.|