Here's some information I got off the net about the Snoqualmie Falls.
Deep in the Valley of the Moon, there is music: the sound of water from Snoqualmie Falls crashing to the hard earth and the wind whistling through stands of cedar and fir. There is peace out here where the first people of the Eastside chased the seasons and looked to the sky, hoping to find their creator lounging in the crook of a crescent moon.
They are known as the Snoqualmie Indians, once one of the biggest and most feared tribes in the Puget Sound area. The Snoqualmies, who recently received federal recognition, make up one of two main tribes that call the Eastside home.
A certain sense of peace remains in the Snoqualmie Valley, more than 140 years after a treaty signed between Native Americans and white settlers caused whole villages to be erased from the map - villages that once hunkered along lakes and rivers throughout the Eastside.
The story of the Moon
It happened a long time before anyone wrote anything down. The Moon Child, Snoqualm, said goodbye to his wife in the western ocean and walked up the river toward the home of his mother, wife of the Red Star.
As Moon walked up the river he confronted fierce monsters. He transformed them into plants and animals to create a home where the people could live. When he came to the place where Raven had built a fish weir across the river, Moon turned that fish weir into stone.
At this place with the river pouring over the lip of the stone, Moon created the first man and woman, then climbed into the sky to stay. Forever.