Ohanapagosh Campground in the Mount Rainier National Park is very special. I camped here as a kid, as a teenager and as an adult. Never stopped loving it. The old growth forest is untouched. The trails lead into a dark, green environment. We would escape from the hot eastern Washington summers to this cool place.
Smell of fir. Smell of berries. Warm in the opening through the trees. Very cool in the shade. Sounds of trees creaking in the wind and the whoosh of the boughs swaying back and forth.
The Ohanapagosh river runs through the campground. Icy cold. One trail takes you to a waterfall. When the path turns back to the campground, you must traverse a bridge very close to the cascade of water—almost always wet with spray.
My latest painting (left) is this trail. I need to go again.