I’ve had a poster of Multnomah Falls for as long as I can remember. It’s a black and white photo of the iconic falls, and I remember thinking that it was such an exotic-looking place. I wasn't even sure if it was a real place. I would look at that poster and just wish I could be there. That very same poster still hangs in my house, and I still look at it with a sense of awe.
I visited the falls once when I was in Portland for work. I made a quick morning trip out to see the place of my childhood dreams. I remember the feeling of excitement as the falls came into view from around the bend. I had very little time there, on that trip. A quick power hike to the top and back again. I had little time to take pictures on that trip, and the ones I did take weren't good. I knew I’d have to return some day.
Fast forward, 8 years later, my girlfriend and I were going on a vacation to Portland to see the sights and visit friends. I knew I had to go back to Multnomah Falls. This time there was no rush, no place I had to be, we took our time, and hiked to the top of the falls and beyond. We hiked one of the loop trails, and wandered the park for a good portion of the day. Around every corner was another beautiful scene. And there at the end of the loop was Multnomah again. These falls will always be magic for me; they will forever live in my head as a far-off, exotic place. My adult self knows that they’re easily accessible, and not really all that far off, but my inner child will always look at them with a sense of wonder. Oh, who am I kidding? So will my adult self.
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