On a December day in 2001 my brother-in-law came to my house with 200 feet of rope and convinced me to go with him to a remote area of state land near Smyrna, NY, to check out a waterfall. He had told me about Wolf Gorge prior to that, so I was eager to see it. We knotted the rope every 2 feet or so, I gathered up my gloves, ice cleats, sketch pad and pencils, camera and some snacks, and we were off. When we arrived, we tied off onto a tree at the top of the slope leading to the gorge, then I rappelled (I use the word loosely) nearly 75 feet into the gorge so I could view the falls from below. After nearly two hours of sketching and photographing, my fingers getting numb to point I couldn't hold my pencil anymore, I climbed back out of the gorge (another 15 or 20 minutes, and I would not have been able to pull myself back out and would have been looking at a very long hike through the gorge to another exit. This drawing was the result of my afternoon excursion.