I follow #PNWonderland on Instagram and when I see something close to us that I think our boys would love, we make an adventure of it. Franklin Falls was one of the photos I saw in Instagram and thought, “Yes, we must.” So, we did. The hike itself was easy peasy. The little one hiked most of the way himself and the boys ran and “parkour-ed” along the trail. Near the beginning of the trail was a spot that you could go out into Denny Creek. I’ve gotten in the habit of bringing extra clothes and shoes with us as we adventure these days. My kids love water as much as I do so we likely all end up wet, them from jumping in, me from helping them out. The water is a beautiful blue-green and hopped and tumbled as it hit the boulders around it. We promised them we’d come back to this spot on our way out and continued along the trail.
This is at the top of the list for well-kept trails that we’ve been on. The end was a little bit sketchy as you have to walk down a narrow path carved out of a rock but at that point you can see the falls so it’s well worth it. There’s barely enough room to pass people going the opposite direction so the babe ended up on dad’s shoulders for this part. There is a lot of room to explore around the base of the waterfall and I’m sure we’ll be visiting this little watering hole when the temperatures are hot. The boys will love to wade in the water. We hung out for about an hour, just enjoying the scenery and the mist. We regretted not packing a lunch but definitely will next time.
On our way back we stopped at the spot we had explored earlier. The creek wasn’t super fast but it definitely was moving along. The water, as usual here, is so cold. My oldest begged to jump in a little pool surrounded by little boulders. I warned him of the temperature and told him exactly where he could go so as not to get caught up in the current. He jumped in and I watched a wave of shock hit his face. Even swimming in Lake Superior doesn’t prepare you for this cold. He made it across to a dry rock while I held his hand and his little brother hopped in next. He was more prepared and they both happily explored the other side of the river for a bit. While my momma heart jumped a few times when they slipped or stumbled, I knew that at least in that spot, the worst that would happen is they’d end up sliding back into the creek. Watching their confidence grow as they tackle challenges is one of my favorite parts of our adventures.