The sound of water filtered through the trees. We thought we’d be able to see the waterfall by now, but the forest was too dense. The path the map laid out had us weaving around rocks that jutted out in every direction, and trees as big around as a small vehicle. Neither of us had ever seen anything like it.
When we finally approached the final ridge, we stopped to take in the sight before us. White water surged through the rocks, down to the waiting river below, and there, off to the left was what we’d been searching for.
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