From a Cuban cafe to the trails of a hermitage to burgers in deep SE, Sunday was the kind of classic day that Portlanders use to trick their visitors into moving out here.

First, with all the bright colors, Cuban beats, sweet coffee, and a mix of sweet and salt and egg and bean and rice on one plate, brunch at Pambiche was a perfect start to the day. For those who know the pain of the Portland breakfast waiting game, you should know that we walked right in and took a seat. Not bad.

From there we went north to Washington, seeking fall colors, mountain vistas, leaf-slicked gravel roads, and the final destination, a hidden waterfall. The Tarbell Trail winds through second-growth Douglas-fir forest that is still regenerating from the 1902 Yacolt Burn, wide-open sections of old clear-cut, tunnels through deep forest floor lined with rusting bracken fern and Oregon grape, crosses a rough shale logging road several times, and then cuts across a spring-ribboned ridge before descending to the convergence of two rushing forks of Coyote Forks. Initially we thought that was the falls until we came around the corner to see the 92-foot Hidden Falls crashing to a shallow pool before a water-slick footbridge. The trail itself was created by George Tarbell, a hermit that lived in the area 100 years ago, panning for gold and farming for sustenance. The trail was his path to the outside world. At just under 10 miles, it certainly felt like a long way back to civilization.

After a hike that long, we were sorely in need of sustenance. The only acceptable option was a big, delicious burger and in keeping with our adventure theme, we wanted to try somewhere new. Foster Burger was selected as our next destination. The black-and-white fries are tops and the portions are enormous. It was the perfect end to the perfect autumn Sunday.

*photo: Kyle Carnes Photography