Micro-Essay: Name this Place

Sweat falls from the cotton green headband that holds my hair back from getting in my eyes, and flying all over the place, showcasing the thinning that won’t stop as the years go on. I now feel like I know, what it is like to be a woman; that’s a joke, I will never try and make a juxtaposition again like that. The sweat still drips from my forehead splashing onto the hardball road that runs inside this beautiful canyon my feet carry me through - euphoric. 

Casting walls towering overhead made of rock and clay bursting with browns and beiges, with green vegetation all around. Made up of trees with dark brown trunks to small brushes housing some of the smallest insects scatter everywhere giving depth and texture. 

The sound of running water bounces off the canyon walls into my ears from the creek that runs dry during the summer months to a rushing river with heavy rainfalls during the transition between winter to spring. 

Becoming an attraction for all kinds of folks who want to take it such beauty of this brown mud-looking water as it makes its way through the canyon floor giving the surrounding area a change in the environment outside of living in SoCal, a true mountain experience. 

A place that burns away your thoughts with the whistling and singing birds all around, playing in harmony with the rushing waters that surge over canyon rocks finding the smallest crook and cranny as it rushes towards the ocean.