Orchard Park is a 20-acre gem tucked into Hillsboro, Oregon. While it’s known to many as a disc golf course, I was there for the trees—and to meander peacefully through the woods while trying to avoid getting beaned in the head with a frisbee.
At first glance, it might seem like your typical neighborhood park, complete with a playground and paved walkways. But if you keep going, the path leads you somewhere quieter, more magical. The pavement gradually gives way to boardwalks and wooden bridges that wind through wetlands and across Rock Creek, guiding you deeper into the trees.
The park’s name, Orchard Park, nods to the area’s agricultural past. Near the entrance, several Japanese cherry trees greet visitors with delicate grace. But it was the deeper forest that beckoned me. My body, my soul—they know when we are among our tree friends. That knowing washes over me like a gentle wave. I feel at home. At ease. It’s the kind of peace only nature can give.
As we ventured farther, we passed oaks, alders, ponderosa pines, and towering Western red cedars. And then we met a striking Sitka spruce.
The Sitka Spruce
This tree seemed to lean over the boardwalk, reaching out as if to summon us. Its spring growth was on full display—tight buds of soft, new needles contrasting with the older, pricklier ones. I couldn’t resist tasting a few (note to self: not much flavor and surprisingly hard to chew). Now I understand why people infuse Sitka tips into honey, tinctures, or simple syrups. Second note to self: I need to try making those sometime.
A Farewell Under the Cedars
As we were leaving, we noticed a small grove of Western red cedars whispering for our attention. We practically ran to them. I couldn’t hug them fast enough. There’s something deeply comforting about touching their bark—so solid, strong, immovable. I felt them sharing their strength with me, reminding me that I, too, am strong and steady. And the scent—oh, that scent. Breathing it in was like medicine. A balm for the soul.
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