These are pictures of a tucked away little water fall and swimming hole in a tucked away corner of the world. Known of by only a few, my lucky self included, this spot holds a small chunk of my heart. More defining than the memories I have from this place is the feeling I encounter with every visit. There are certain things I think that just click with people in an unexplainable way. Things that appear seemingly out of nowhere in a dream,or maybe a knack for a specific view or taste, things that you can't explain why they strike a cord but enerringly stick with you. This place does just that to me, evokes a feeling that cannot be summarized. A simple, unassuming stream which has spent it's entire time here in this place carving out granite, spilling over an edge, and digging out a pool has found a way to effect my entire state of being. To use words like "humbling" or "peaceful" to describe this place seems incontinent, you cant really describe why that place/thing/entity/person just makes sense to you, its like trying to describe the color red, it clearly registers in your brain but you just don't know where to start or how to go about conveying the idea. Maybe with this place its the sound of running water, the smell of white pine, slight breaks of light through the canopy accenting the moss on the rocks or catching that flash of light off the water, maybe just a sensory overload caused by the hands of mother nature. But what is clear is that the spirit of this spot, this little nook in the earth, is that of the spirit of mother nature itself and with it a world of no deadlines, no traffic, no grades; maybe in an attempt to describe Powderhorn Falls I can say it is what I have found as just an example of nature at it's finest.