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 Mooney Falls. Facing us was a 300 foot cliff extending across the canyon from wall to wall--but not your ordinary cliff. It appeared to be made of fountains of frozen stone, as if fan-shaped jets of liquid rock had shot out from a hundred places on the face of the cliff and just they curved down had instantly congealed. Each of these curved fans seemed to drip scores of stone icicles, which festooned the face of the cliff with a thousand vertical streamers. In the center of these solid brown streamers fell the shimmering 230-foot white ribbon of Mooney Falls, plunging into a marvelous half-acre blue pool. We were speechless. The whole place was a fairy tale scene. From: "We Swam the Grand Canyon--The True Story of a Cheap Vacation that Got a Little Out of Hand" by Bill Beers. |
