The decision to drive up to Oregon all by myself so I could get photographs of the famed Multnomah Falls was a hard one but also one I knew I absolutely had to do. I had seen so many photos of the beautiful waterfalls but I wanted to see them for myself.
I made the plans I needed to make and also arrangements to stay with an old high school friend of mine who lived in Eugene. I told her she was welcome to go with me up to the northern Oregon area to see the waterfalls but she decided she would stay home. This was probably a good thing since she wouldn't have wanted to hike to the top.
I made stops on my way to Eugene to get more photographs. The area I was most interested in was Mt. Shasta. I think I probably spent an hour going to various places around the mountain so I could get the best shots. Once I was satisfied that I didn't need more I continued my journey to Oregon. Once in Oregon I stopped in Ashland to get more photos. I wish I had more time in Ashland because it is a very cute little town. However, I was getting tired and still had more driving ahead of me.
It was early evening when I made it to Eugene and met up with my friend for dinner and then followed her to her home. We had a nice visit but I knew I had to get up early in the morning so I headed to bed.
The next morning I started my exciting journey to Portland and then along the Columbia River to the waterfalls. I don't always think things through. I chose Memorial Day weekend in 2014 to do this. It was mainly so that I had more days to visit with my friend. However, everyone else in the whole wide world had the same idea. I can't tell you how lucky I was to find a parking spot. I think it was the last one. I had to walk a distance to get to the waterfall but when I saw it I realized the walk and the long drive was worth it.
Along with a billion other people, I was taking photos each step of the way as I got closer and closer to the falls. I knew I wanted to walk up to the famous bridge I had seen in so many photos. However, as I got close there was a sign that said something about a one mile walk to the top of the falls. I instantly knew I had to do this. Had I realized it was going to be such a strenuous hike I might have decided against this. One mile! I can do that!! No problem. Why I didn't look up to see how high the top of that one mile was, I don't know. Maybe I did and was in denial.
The trail was made up of many switch backs. Switch backs look like this < . You go uphill in one direction and then continue uphill in the opposite direction. Many, many times I debated about continuing. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I couldn't breath and my heart was pounding. However, the encouraging people who were on their way down kept telling me, 'you are almost there.' Honestly I really wasn't almost there but those words kept me going with lots of rest stops along the way. I would pass a group of people resting and then they would pass me when I was resting.
I MADE IT!!!! I got to the top without dying. I was hot, sweaty and kicking myself for not bringing a water bottle, but I made it. At the very top I looked down at the world famous waterfall. I took photos of people with their cameras and they in turn took my photo. It wasn't my best picture but I decided I wanted to have that one photo of me standing at the top of the falls.
The trip down would have normally been easier except that, sadly, a man had a heart attack. I didn't see him but I had to wait and follow the paramedics and park rangers down the mountain as they carted him on a stretcher to the bottom with continual stopping to try to resuscitate him. An ambulance was waiting for them at the bottom. I found out later that the man didn't survive. That put some sadness in my trip. I still remember that part.
The picture at the bottom of this blog is me. Not my best photo but one I was proud of. I hiked to the top of Multnomah waterfall all by myself. You can see more photos of that waterfall and others that I took during my trip north, in my store.