Like the silver queen of a jade kingdom, it stands, straight-backed, issuing great proclamations. Its shining hair and frilled gown descend as one to a misty train that glides into the valley. The closer one gets, the greater the realization of its magnificence—a half mile across, twice that in height, and the air wild and cool at its edge and in the pool below. The water on either end of the waterfall is turbulent, but not as threatening—and potentially fatal—as the drop itself.
