Snoqualmie Falls has always been a backdrop in my life – the kind of place that feels so familiar you almost forget how powerful it is. My grandma used to take my brother and me there when we were kids. Back then it felt like her own secret place, tucked away from the world, where mist danced in the sunlight and the roar of the water felt like magic.
But this visit was different- in the best way.
This time I went with my mom and for the first time ever, I followed the trail all the way down to the river and the new lookout point. It’s hard to describe how it feels, standing that close to something that’s lived in your memory for so long. It felt like going down Memory Lane with new eyes.
My mom grew up in the area, and walking the trail with her was like having a personal guide. She pointed out places she used to explore with her siblings, shared memories of climbing rocks and playing in parts of the water that are now protected. It made the whole experience richer- like the land itself was layered with memories, still alive and whispering.
There’s something grounding about being there. The way the air shifts. The way the sound of the falls wraps around you. It’s one of those places that feels like the Earth still knows how to move you, even after all these years.
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