I know it’s likely that I’ll never come back here. It’s barely an official landmark, I’m sure. The road leading to it is long, and it winds as a river, cutting snakes into the cliffs. The rock is so hard and you know that it took eons to form, then further eons to gently wash away, forming these incredible crevices, these vast chasms, this abyss. Standing on the precipice takes a bit of courage. If you’re canny, you can clamber down –do it angled back– and reach hidden waterfalls. The water is electric cold, even in summer, but if you’re careful you can swim. These secret fissures are just wonderful. These steep clefts are deep. These divisions will remind you you’re alive and that you’re not even a split second on the timeline. It’s quite a feeling. I would have liked it to last, but that’s just how it is.
