White River Falls isn’t the kind of place you find by accident. It’s tucked behind dry fields and a fence that looks like it’s seen better years. The falls roar, loud enough to drown out your thoughts—if you want them drowned. I stood there, shoes full of dust, watching water crash into a canyon nobody talks about. There’s no cell service. No curated viewpoints. Just you, the sound, and whatever you brought with you. I thought I’d feel awe. Instead, I felt exposed—like the falls were reminding me how little I actually let go. Sometimes the most honest places are the ones that don’t care if you show up. #Travel #TravelUnfiltered #HiddenPlaces