In many ways, Oneonta Gorge reminds me a lot of the slot canyons of the Southwest.
Tight narrows, vaulted high cliffs, albeit with a lush moss drenched walls rather than bare sandstone.
Getting to the gorge was quite the adventure, scrabbling over a giant deadfall of trees, wading chest deep up river, which with the springtime snow melt was ice cold. It was too deep to continue, but I was determined to make an image, so found a small ‘shoreline’ on which to compose this shot.