That sweet, yet pungent aroma infuses the understory as the dry, yellowish-orange and red Maple leaves break the silence of the forest with each step I take. A gnarly twisting root, nearly a foot in height, snakes across the trail stopping me in my path. Curious, I follow the root into the shadows of the forest. Madrona with its bleeding twisting bark stand guard as western hemlock with its’ drooping leaves camouflage my view. Ahh, but I persevere. I stop as a sliver of light
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