A sight to behold, indeed.
According to the Multomah Indian Princess Legend, a terrible sickness once threatened the Multomah people. An old medicine man revealed that the sickness would pass if a maiden threw herself from a high cliff on the Big River to the rocks below. When the chief's daughter saw the sickness on he lover's face, she went to the cliff and plunged to her death. Now, when the breeze blows through the water. a silvery stream separates from the upper falls. The misty stream dashions a form of the maiden, a token of the Great Spirit's acceptance on her sacrifice.
Multomah Creek flows over cliffs, creating falls that drop 620 feet into a series of basins carved by water.
Thank you to Christine to send me this 'long' postcard from Portland.