Looking Back
I do find myself at the limits of expression for this place. It was an unfamiliar experience, not just because of the grand place, the ever changing rock walls and the continuing miracle of trees somehow growing out of them, but also because of walking in the water, and walking for so long, about twenty hours over two days. It was quiet, holy.
More photos of the narrows here.
Also from that day
The river runs on along
The texture, color, and shape of the rock walls was always surprising me
How do the trees do it?
Looking back from atop a rock
I think around here was my first little swim, the river gets deeper as you go
Love these purpley licheny rocks
That reflection was so damn pretty, I know you can't tell very well