First Day Hikes — a thousand miles walked
More than 400 hikers statewide hopped out of bed New Year’s Day 2013 and joined park rangers for the second annual First Day Hikes at 22 state parks. Didn’t make it this year? Resolve today to step into 2014 at an Oregon State Park!
A Portland-area hiker shared his hiking experience in poetry.
The Light At Tryon Creek
Under the falling light that catches
On the mossy branches of cedar and fir
And hemlock where the shadows falling
Obscure the bright green moss
And turn moss and bough and fanning branch
The color of the forest’s shade
The ferns grow wild over December mud.
The ground is leaking rain.
The paths hold panes
Leaking back December sky
The wind hones white
Moving until it fills the panes with light
Moving until it overgreys
And the bright mossy branches
Lifting ferns into the light
And the incisions
Of shadow in the bright fir bark
Fade into the weft and wending
Of bare-boughed alder
And the green-grey
Of fern and hemlock and cedar
Until only the forest remains.
– Andrew Haley (reprinted with permission)