She could not see it well, owing to intervening treetops.

The trail led her through a grove of maples and sycamores, out into an open park-like bench that turned to the right toward the cliff.
Suddenly Carley saw a break in the red wall.

It was the intersecting canyon, West Fork.

What a narrow red-walled gateway! Huge pine trees spread wide gnarled branches over her head.

The wind made soft rush in their tops, sending the brown needles lightly on the air.