Washington · USA
Admittedly this isn’t the most exotic vantage point nor one that's particularly difficult to get to (after the torrents of the annual spring thaw have abated, at least), but it's one that never fails to give me equal parts thrill and chill. If you've ever witnessed Lower Lewis River Falls in the rainy season, you know it's an absolute untamed beast at full flood. Much like pitching a tent in a dry desert riverbed, standing atop the broad 43-foot-tall behemoth when the water’s low enough to allow it lends a slightly disconcerting dissonance about being somewhere you ‘ought’ not be, and every now and then the thought sends the slightest tingle down your spine. But at the end of a warm summer day, with the cliff-diving hordes thinned by the coming night, the exposed outcroppings make for the perfect spot to hunker down and let the din of irrational fears dissipate into the calming beehive drone of turquoise-blue meltwater rushing past.