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I often wonder attracts people to certain places, since most people seem to weigh comfort over all other factors. But to those who seek adventure, what is it that drives us to be uncomfortable? What is it that wakes us up at the crack of dawn, for the simple purpose of seeing a view, or an animal. I have come to the conclusion that the only possible explanation for this sense of adventure is simply curiosity, the sense of seeking the unknown. The pure bliss of putting together the final piece of the puzzle, the adrenaline of watching a scary movie, or the calming capabilities of a roaring waterfall.
I was first brought to my place as a kid, it is somewhat of a landmark, and acts as one of the few year round tourist attractions in the Twin Cities. I remember feeling this sense of curiosity, one that I had always had, but this time I was conscious of the feeling. The pure beauty of the place perplexed me, and I was intrigued to figure out why. The roaring water, and lush green leaves in the summer. The beautiful mix of orange, yellow, and red colors in autumn. And most amazing of all the tower of ice that formed a cave, a waterfall that seems like it was just stopped in time.
*(I accidentally lost the photos I took, but thankfully it is a well photographed spot)*