All the Falls‍

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What draws us to falling water? How does it satisfy a need in humans as ancient as the lineage of mosses and ferns that grown in its misty edges, as primal as the wail of a loon calling across open water? Does the oxygen around a waterfall fill our lungs in some unique and exceptional way? Could it be the song of sound, or the way falling drops twinkle in sunlight? We have six hours to visit big popular waterfalls and little quiet ones, tucked away from the mainstream. Some are barely visible behind a screen of rhododendron, others  are barely visible behind a screen of other boaters. All are beautiful. All are special. On that, everyone agrees. ~K