"It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine." –A. A. Milne
When we arrived at Waterfall Number Seven, it felt like we had stepped through a portal.
Suddenly, I was in my beloved Rio Grande Valley in Portland—or at least, that’s what it felt like. The resemblance was uncanny.
While the waterfalls in the Valley are tucked away and more challenging to reach, the ones in Spring Bank offer beauty with a bit more ease. And this one? It reminded me so much of Waterfall Number Six in the Rio Grande Valley, just without the lush greenery that usually surrounds it.
This was a large waterfall—the second largest we’ve found on this journey. Waterfall Number Four was the first.
We followed a narrow path to reach it, and honestly?, it felt like I was walking the red carpet to meet a star. Nature had rolled out her finest welcome, decorating the way with fruit trees, herbal plants, and curious animals that felt like gentle guardians of the space.
I felt like Jane in the Jungle—wild, happy, and free. All I needed was a vine to swing from.
I could feel the healing energy of this space. The air was crisp and clean, free from noise or pollution. Only the sounds of birds, distant animal calls, and the waterfall’s rush kept us company. The water was pure spring water. The fruits grew wild and untouched by pesticides. I was in my happy place
The waterfall even had natural stairs, and you know I had to climb them! Up there, I felt like a queen on her throne, with all of Spring Bank beneath me. The joy in that moment? Unmatched.
I didn’t want to leave.
Solo traveling has its perks. No one rushing me, no one waiting. No debates, no distractions. Just me, nature, and my amazing tour guides. I got to see myself in a different light. I felt more me than I had in a long time.
“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” That quote? It’s my reality now. And I’m fighting to make this permanent—this is the life I want.
The sun did its best to pierce through the leafy barricade the trees had put up, blessing me with the most perfect lighting for my photos.
I sat on stones, driftwood, and tree limbs, dipped my toes in the water, and just existed. I created beautiful memories. I was reminded: life is meant to be this simple.
Reluctantly, I grabbed my bag. It was time to move on toward the next waterfall. My heart melted knowing I had to leave. But the journey must go on. The discovery of hidden gems and falling in love—again and again—awaits.
And I have to admit it: Waterfall Number Seven swept me off my feet. It just might have stolen my heart from Waterfall Number Three. But there’s something truly magical about short, beautiful waterfalls—maybe it’s because they remind me of myself. Waterfall number three… it still has me under its spell. I guess I’ll always be a “large waterfall” girl—but those short, stunning, peaceful waterfalls? They understand me.
Next stop? Waterfall Number Eight. Let’s see if I’m still enchanted by number three—or if another will capture my heart.
How are you enjoying the adventures in Spring Bank so far? Are you having as much fun as your virtual tour guide? Which waterfall is your favorite so far? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below!
See you at Waterfall Number Eight! 🌿💦
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