Voenix Rising

I remember there was still a definite chill in the air that March morning. I believe this was the third time Bernie and I had come to the falls, and while he had no trouble stripping down completely, I was still far too reserved to go flashing my bits to the world (even though everyone else in the canyon was buck naked).

Of course all that changed over the summer, and despite the treacherous trails to get deep into the canyon, it was worth it.