During the winter months you can drive through these valleys and pass a dozen waterfalls in a hundred yards. They are so numerous that few stop to look.
This waterfall lies beside an old logging road. It doesn't even have a name, yet the more I study it, the more I realize this waterfall is older than many things on the planet. The moss that grows on the rocks and the ferns that wave in the mist have been a part of this hollow for centuries.
The water is so pure, its taste is beyond refreshing. Cold, clear, humbling. I stop here for a drink every time I pass it.