Porcupine Falls

Tucked within a narrow canyon in the Bighorn Mountains, Porcupine Falls drops cleanly into a deep, cold pool below, carved into rock that holds both texture and time. The surrounding cliffs rise steep and close, shaping the falls into a contained, almost hidden space.

This has long been a return point for me. A place tied to years of familiarity, where summer days meant swimming beneath the falls, climbing the rock, and stepping off the edge without hesitation. That history lingers here, even as the landscape itself remains unchanged.