Whispers Beneath the Fern Canopy
A lush amphitheater of moss, ferns, and cedar frames the fan-like tiers of Panther Creek Falls as it spills down from the forested cliffs in silver veils. The water flows in delicate rivulets and forceful streams, weaving a lacework of motion over moss-covered rock. Soft mist rises from the plunge pool, cloaking the scene in a hush that feels almost sacred beneath the cathedral-like canopy of the Pacific Northwest forest.
A lush amphitheater of moss, ferns, and cedar frames the fan-like tiers of Panther Creek Falls as it spills down from the forested cliffs in silver veils. The water flows in delicate rivulets and forceful streams, weaving a lacework of motion over moss-covered rock. Soft mist rises from the plunge pool, cloaking the scene in a hush that feels almost sacred beneath the cathedral-like canopy of the Pacific Northwest forest.
A lush amphitheater of moss, ferns, and cedar frames the fan-like tiers of Panther Creek Falls as it spills down from the forested cliffs in silver veils. The water flows in delicate rivulets and forceful streams, weaving a lacework of motion over moss-covered rock. Soft mist rises from the plunge pool, cloaking the scene in a hush that feels almost sacred beneath the cathedral-like canopy of the Pacific Northwest forest.