
No path. No stairs. No people. Mud under the fingernails and moss in the hair. My daring guide had the map and we pressed onward through a clear cut, and down a prodigious, slick creek bank. After climbing across slippery rocks and rotting green pine logs along the water, after I wrongly suggested that maybe we had gone far enough, we could hear a great whoosing sound around the next bend of the creek. And there in its glory was Abiqua Falls.
1 comment:
daaaaaaaaaaaang.
makes the mud + moss totally worth it.
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