After a cool summer night high on the mountain, you trek through the dark woods, your headlamp lighting the trail. The trees open to a rocky outcropping, and the morning breeze nips your skin. In the distance, the first colors of morning paint the sky until the orange sun peers over the mountains.

Perched high on a cliff above the gorge, the river is too far to hear. Far below you, a bend in the river reminds you that progress isn't always straight. Sometimes your path will bend and wander through beautiful country.