Rain was falling, that was a good thing for a waterfall chaser, but it was mid-February and an imaginary blue line on the weather map indicted that freezing rain was in the area. That was not a good thing.
There were plans already made as I looked over the map. It would be a perfect time to see Degognia for the first time in flow. The anticipation throughout the work week had built and I was ready, but that blue line.
Was it worth the risk? Ultimately, it was not. Plans changed and I was guided towards another canyon called Little Grand, but I did not forget about the elusive Degognia.
Three days passed another large rain fell. This time, though, without a blue line. It would be another sixteen hours after the rain ended that I could try to photograph Degognia.
The sun was fully out when I finally arrived. Full sun is not ideal for photographers. Since there was no trail to the canyon, I headed out through the forest where the occasional branch would slap me in the face.
When I arrived, I was disappointed by the lack of water, but it was still running better than I had ever seen. I made my way in the canyon, which was a very stupid thing to do.
Everywhere and everything was slippery and just one wrong move would lead to disaster. I would like to think that being extra cautious in the canyon was the reason that I did not fall, but as I know it was by divine providence that my foot did not slip.
Degognia Canyon is not a large canyon, like Little Grand Canyon. It is not as easy to get to as Little Grand, and the danger factor high in both, but it is a treasure of the Shawnee National Forest nestled in the northern most region that one must explore to experience.
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. - Hebrews 11:1