One spring, a long time ago, I took a short hike into the Superstition Mountains. Unusually, there had just been some rain and many of the washes were running with water thereby creating waterfalls. This strange little waterfall probably only runs once or twice a year for a day or two. It follows a curved path down the rock until it hits the lip and then it flips sideways and spurts out into the pool at the bottom. I doubt I could ever find the same place again, but sometimes when it rains, I wonder if I could?
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