S IF ANSWERING A SILENT SUMMONS, I START TO MOVE FORWARD, NOT SURE WHAT i AM DOING, WADING THROUGH FRIGID KNEE-DEEP WATER, PASSING UNDER A DRENCHING CURTAIN OF LIQUID, FINALLY EMERGING IN A SMALL GROTTO BEHIND THE FALLS. Under the boulder splitting the falls, I find a dry space, a small sanctuary from spray and dripping water. Turning around, I find a magical scene of glowing red sandstone and shimmering blue water. I know then that I have found the image I was looking for. Persistence had paid off. April 2010, Mary Jane Canyon, Utah.