In a journey across Washington my friend and I happened upon the Quinault Rain Forest. I found it eerily enchanting, as if I expected woodland nymphs to appear around every corner. It was early spring and the trees had not yet budded, yet the vibrant moss that covered the rocks, trees and valleys made it swim with promises of new life. I was captivated by the Forest’s beauty, yet there was also a since of silent foreboding. It was as if there was some ominous secret concealed behind its blanket of green. I found it oddly chilling and peaceful at the same time. These enigmatic trees have existed long before my time and will endure long after. They can gladly bewitch me with their secrets and mystery.