Imagine walking through a sunlit forest dripping with water. Every leaf and pine needle glistening with raindrops. The ground, a dark cushion under your feet. Small frogs hop across the path directly in front of you. Spiders already at work spinning their perfect new webs. (Look a shiny black beetle just off the path!) A lush understory of swordfern, salmonberry, Pacific reed grass. Thick stands of bracken ferns as tall as you lining the narrow trail. And above, hemlock, sitka spruce, cedar, fir all in slight motion with the weight of the water they are shedding. You can hear the soft crashing of waves in the background and up here where you are the almost musical plink plink plink of the water.