Towering old-growth Douglas Firs pierced the sky above. We felt as if we’d stepped into an ancient grove of trees. In fact, we had, but we could still see our car parked just off the highway a short distance away. You might call it “nature express.”
On our short hike I heard a Winter Wren singing, and American Robin scolding us because we were too near his nest, and a Swainson’s Thrush calling its ethereal song from the forest floor.
IF YOU GO
Cathedral Grove, MacMillan Provincial Park