Tiny granite particles blink as if they’re bioluminescent, illuminating the path ahead. Your breath is the only sound, like the ebb and flow of the ocean and your legs turn over and over and over and over leaving elliptical ghosts in your wake. It’s just you, the trail, the evergreen corridor and the endless sky.
The surrounding coniferous forest springs up from the valley below, blanketing a steep, unencumbered watershed. Ponderosas mingle with flowering magnolia trees and dense canopies give way to soft meadows and tumbling, crystal clear creeks. Like an ant farm, the hills are quietly bustling with dozens of trails and just as many smiling, sweating, deeply breathing adventurers.
These hills are part of the vertebrae of the wild mountain ranges that stretch the length of the West Coast and border Oregon’s southern line all the way to the lapping ocean. The network of trails found herein span for hundreds of miles and wind through pristine wilderness areas, biological hotspots, protected river corridors, technical craggy peaks and dripping, luscious forests.