Thousand Trails Thunderbird at Monroe has several woodsy trails. Though wet from rain the previous night, we decided to take advantage of a sunny afternoon and try the steep, somewhat muddy Bear Gulch Trail.
Walking under moss-covered branches, stepping over downed logs, seeking out areas disturbed by animals and guessing whether it was a fox or ring tail cat, or bob cat temporarily gives you the feeling of being miles away from civilization.
A small animal burrow. Oh, that I had my biologist daughter with me. She would know in an instant what animal created this distinctive hole. She is more fun than anyone I know to take a walk with in the woods.
Two slugs were the only creatures we saw. At two inches long when tightly snugged this slug was a real curiosity to me. I had never seen one like this before. Wikipedia tells me it is an Arion Slug. When disturbed, it stretched out by another inch.
Damp mosses cover everything that doesn’t move.
Old growth giants provide the deep shade.
Trees struggle to reach the sun.
Giant ferns make up the under-story.Where ever sunlight filtered through, a plant with leaves resembling maple overwhelmed the ferns.
We walked every trail in the woods and reluctantly returned to civilization again.
Because the Bronco developed a transmission leak, we extended our stay in Mt. Vernon. Today, we haul it to Monroe and settle in for Mike Coleman to perform his magic on it. I’ve enjoyed this park for its beautiful woods, great Olympic sized swimming pool and the hot tub.
Walking around the park reveals the forest’s past. Huge crumbling, rotting trunks that now sport a new tree with roots and branches twineing around them.
You soon realize as you walk from Motor Home to pool, or recycling, or just cruising the park, that everywhere you look is a transformed old stump.
We must have seen a hundred of them; remnants of a once majestic rainforest logged probably fifty or more years ago.
One day we opted for a walk through the deep woods on the property. It was quiet and peaceful. We found Lush moss on many huge alders.
Ferns four feet high and five feet wide.
Light struggling through the canopy.
This tree was obviously cut. The moss quickly takes over.
We seldom get to walk where you could use a machete to fight through the growth.
Out of the deep woods, we saw wild flowers seven feet tall in the undergrowth.
In an hour and forty minutes we traveled but 5 miles distance through the woods.
Jim hasn’t spent much time in this park; we know we will be returning just to enjoy this woods again.
The park also serves as a preserve. For us it was a look back in time.