My daughter didn't label this part of her photo album "Mirkwood" for no reason. Not a giant spider in sight (thankfully), but if we had seen an elf behind a tree in Hoh Rain Forest, we hardly would have found it unanticipated.
Despite the other tourists, swags of emerald and olive moss everywhere mute their presence, and ours. Tree branches mushrooming over the ground make one feel isolated, blissfully so. Titanic fallen trunks remind visitors of their own ephemerality.
Stay long and you begin to think there really is something in the heavy air that could send you into a Rip van Winkle-esque parallel universe. But stay long, anyway.