Going to the Sun Road was built over, around and beside water falls. Small ones, most of them.
Many disappear when the snow does. Then you are left with stairsteps on the mountainsides.
All along the trails, there is a sound of fountains tinkling, somewhere. On the edge of your hearing. Then, from what seems like miles away, the tinkling turns to thundering and booming. You turn a corner in the trail and BOOM, there it is...
Turmoil, right at your feet. For some reason, us humans are incapable of NOT being moved by rushing, tumbling, roiling water. Whether in huge quantities, or just small trills. We feel compelled to re-create it in our homes, our yards, our malls...
and go to great lengths to see the real deal. Up close and personal.
There is just nothing like it.
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