Red River Gorge
Deep in the woods surrounded by sandstone walls. The damp smell of decaying autumn leaves mingles with pine. The only sound the cascading leaves as the bounce off other branches and the occasional rustling of your shoes. We hike past the cathedral windows carefully picking our way along a narrow ledge. I peer over the edge and take a step back. The path disappearing in the undergrowth. We hike further then we feel anyone has gone. Reaching for a rough ledge I pull myself up, only to make a realization that many have been here before and left their mark.