I think this was my fourth attempt to try and find Sycamore Falls. Deep into the depths of Winter up in Northern Arizona, I slowly bounce along muddy roads as dark clouds swirl above me. It’s about two minutes from starting to snow again.
I decide to hike from a new location, and soon the trail just disappears. A mile or so in though, and I come to the start of Sycamore canyon, and I have small waterfalls filling up the canyon floor. I think I may be close to what I am looking for…
I follow the canyon’s edge for another mile or so, trudging through the snow. It is so peaceful and quiet, until suddenly I hear the voices of others. This excitedly makes me think that perhaps, finally, I have found the Falls. If so, now I just hope that there is enough water for it to actually be flowing.
After years of trying to find this place, I am successful. Snowflakes start to fall as I take in the serenity, and dabble in some Black and White photography before hiking back out.
