Upper Proxy Falls in the Three Sisters Wilderness Area, in Oregon.
Searching Google for this area is almost useless. Dozens of home-made websites exist detailing the location of this particular attraction. You know what the problem is? The descriptions and locations are all fundamentally off.
I spent the better part of a day looking for this waterfall; certainly, the day wasn't bad -- the whole area is exceptionally beautiful. Particularly once in the "Three Sisters" area -- the landscape transforms from thickly forested, moss-covered, vibrant greens, to craggy basaltic rock. Miles and miles of inhospitable, jagged rocks; it's not hard to imagine an ungodly volcanic eruption being the source of such strange geologic formations.
Drive farther along the road, and sure enough, the Pacific Northwest's propensity toward thick vegetation cannot be denied. Once again, the scene is nothing but green: every shade on the planet, inescapably dense, consuming everything.
One of my last days in the United States before once again departing for the middle east. When looking at the images taken from this area, I can still feel the moisture; the drops of water on my face, the smell of purity and cleanliness. These recollections inspire a melancholic reverie, a sadness, if you will. Craving nothing but beauty and purity, when all I'm surrounded by is filth.