
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.

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
