Today I left Captain Midnight to fend off the Nerd Brigade singlehandedly (which he does quite well) and ran away to Snoqualmie Falls.
I've been here many times, but I never get tired of watching the falls. I know it's become a cliché, but there's something about the powerful motion of water -- whether it's the roll of waves at the beach or the continuous cataract of a waterfall -- that soothes the spirit. The camera doesn't do a good job of showing distances or giving an idea of how enormous the drop is -- 268 feet. It takes a single drop of water some three seconds to reach the bottom of the falls.
They're impressive any time of year, but I especially like them in the late winter, when the increased flow of water makes the falls enormously full and the combination of heavy fog and spray can make them all but invisible. There are few tourists at this time, and the ones who come are usually not willing to wait patiently for a break in the veils of fog -- but those who do are rewarded by a spectacular view when they're suddenly revealed in a burst of glory. You can understand why this place is considered sacred to the Snoqualmie people.
Puget Sound Energy, which owns a hydroelectric plant here, maintains a park around the falls. They've recently made some upgrades to the park.
At this point it started to rain, and since I wasn't keen to get soaked, I hopped back in the car and took the scenic route home. I felt a bit peckish on the way... wonder if that couple would've shared their popcorn?