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carpenter jeans, a blue denim long-sleeve shirt and a blanket.
                  He changed clothes, looked out over the canyon, at the treetop canopy, and then spotted the trail and started descending the canyon into the primeval forest.
                  The oak and hickory trees were old and huge, gargantuan, towering a hundred feet or more. He recognized the trees with the huge bay leaves. Other vegetation was deep green in color and was large and lush and looked almost prehistoric.
                  He followed the trail, walked between large boulders. Rocks and tree trunks were covered in ferns and lichen. Rusty had lived in the tropical rain forest on the Esmeraldas River in Ecuador, and still this place looked more mysterious. And actually it was a sacred ritual ground of the Choctaw Indians.
                  And not a person in sight. Rusty was not just in a land that time forgot. But in a land that people forgot. Or that most people didn’t even know or care about.
                  He looked at his watch. “I’m looking at my watch in a land that time forgot. That is called irony, Gloria.”
                  Somehow it had managed to become three-thirty in the afternoon, so he’d have a few hours before darkness. Darkness would come earlier here in the canyon, with the thick canopy.
                  Darkness. The idea thrilled him. He would stay to see the lights.
                  He walked on down to the river, a fast moving stream with cool, clear water that ran over slick plates of slate rock.
                  Down in the canyon it was damp and a good fifteen degrees cooler. Rusty retraced his steps, and got the blanket out of his car. He walked back down into the canyon.
                  Upstream a bit, he came to the most magnificent sight in the canyon. A cascading waterfall fell some hundred feet in three different stages into a large crystal clear pool, which was over ten feet deep in most places. On the other end it overflowed about a foot deep over a small ledge and ran into the stream.
                  And here was a break in the canopy. The sun came down on almost the entire pool and much of the little sand crescent beach at one end. Opposite the beach and to the right of the waterfall was a ten foot rock ledge where you could jump off into the water.
                  Paradise.
                  Rusty laid out his blanket on the little beach and looked out at the waterfall and the pool. It was inviting but he was just too lazy for a swim right now.
                  He couldn’t believe it. He had never brought Jenny here. Never brought Crystal here. Told them about it, but never got around to it. What in the hell was so important that they couldn’t get away to this place? All that running around and trying to make a living was a trap.
                  Hell, this place was magic. Why not let it work a little magic on Jenny? If he could just lure her here. Just during the daytime. Just go to Dismal Canyon with me, Jenny. Somewhere I never took you. I won’t even talk about your marriage. I won’t make any moves on you, anything. Just let’s be together for a couple hours, for old time sake.
                  She would get here and it would clear her head up of all the power couple, trophy wife, trophy husband crap and Jenny would see the truth for herself. No sales job, no arguing. Just the mystic canyon.
                  Rusty took off his shirt, shoes, and socks, rolled his jeans legs up and went down to the stream and waded in to the calf deep water, picking up small polished rocks.
                  After collecting about five pounds of rocks, which he wrapped in his towel, he put his shirt and shoes back on and then dozed off. When he woke up, it was still daylight up through the canopy opening, but not