This trek started at Lost Creek, there's a waterfall above Wayne.

Time - the eternal element that marches forward paints and erodes the rock.

An overhead of the beauty of the area.

Superhuman! Ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

An intricate rock grotto that allows us entrance to the falls and quiet beauty of the beginning of Lost Creek.

Little Mescalito looms in the center of the Pine Creek Overlook. Our destination is to the right fork.

The foundation of a homesteader's dreams.

A barrel cactus that should be close to Ripley's biggest.

Check this guy out.

This guys was about 50 yards below the first guy. They look close? Yeah - right!

This is actually where the climbers were on the face.

Known as Fern Canyon by the locals, this area sports a year around stream and rock formations that are works of art.

I'm in heaven with this shot. God couldn't have made a better tribute to the beauty of the Earth.

Wayne steps away from the noise of the city and into the noise of the spirit.

A rainy haze traps off the light on the horizon. A perfect day, meant for indulging in the spiritual music of life.

A tree trunk, twisting and turning out of the stone, watery bed that gave birth to growth and life.

Are we checking them out? Maybe they're checking us out!

Seven of these beauties cavort around - waiting for us to leave the area they water in...Fern Canyon.