Upper Chush Falls


This weekend, we camped at Cold Springs campground near Metolius and did a little day hike out to Upper Chush Falls. On the way back, the wildfire smoke rolled in on strong winds. We hiked through a burnout and stopped to listen to the otherworldly creaking and squealing of the dead trees in the murky air. Angela took a fall and picked up some pretty gnarly splinters. I tried to dig them out with my knife but only managed to extract one.