During our drive through Oregon, Michael and I almost flew past Multnomah Falls. We were cruising down the highway, awed by the Columbia River Gorge, when Michael quickly turned around and said, "What's THAT?!" I peered out his window and saw a huge parking lot and the top of a giant waterfall poking through the trees. We got off at the nearest exit and made it to Multnomah Falls in about fifteen minutes. Turning around was the best decision we could've made. Standing regally at 542 feet, the waterfall was absolutely breathtaking.
Since we were in a rush to get to Portland, we didn't hike up to the Benson Bridge (which is actually closed right now due to damage from a falling boulder). We lingered on the lower platform, savoring the mist on our faces and the lovely sound of crashing water. We took a few minutes to admire the moss-covered cliffs of Larch Mountain and the evergreen trees that lined the Falls. It was an incredibly peaceful experience. Soon after, we made our way through the winding backroads and hopped on the highway to finish our drive to Portland.