As the stair wound its way up, there were markers to identify some of the plants. One appeared to me rather like the Secret Garden was revealed to Mary Lennox, herself: a spray of ferns drifted in front of a worded stone, as if to introduce itself. “I am a Licorice Fern,” it said.
Little Mashel Falls with my Mom today (and pups Luna and Bruin) as the first hike of the year! They were over double in size as they were when I did them last summer, and we could not go to the bottom of the falls like before, but oh so beautiful and misty.