Root Creek

The shot that almost Killed me The morning was quiet, except for the rush of water echoing through the canyon. After hours of hiking, I finally reached the waterfall—a towering cascade tumbling down jagged cliffs. But trees obstructed the perfect shot. To get it, I needed to climb higher, along the slick canyon wall. The rocks were treacherous, and more than once, I nearly lost my balance. The drop below was steep, and I questioned if the shot was worth it. But I kept pushing, heart racing, until I found the perfect vantage point. I steadied myself, took the photo, and for a moment, everything was still. The risk had paid off. But I had still had to make it out. As I climbed out, heart racing, there was one step, where as I put all my weight onto one leg, I could feel the earth start to crumble beneath me. I tried to transfer my weight to my other leg as fast as possible. As I took that step, the ground crumbled behind me leaving a gaping hole on the ledge I just walked on. A second la