Stepping out of the dory and into Redwall Cavern felt like entering a vast, hidden cathedral carved by the river itself. The cavern stretched wide and deep, its vaulted ceiling arching high above us, casting cool shade that wrapped around the soft sandy floor. Our footsteps fell quietly on the fine, pale sand, muffled by the cavern’s immense stillness. Light filtered in from the river’s edge, throwing soft golden hues against the curved limestone walls and making the textures of the rock glow gently. Standing in the center, we could hear the faint echo of distant water and the low hum of the canyon beyond, but inside, it was calm and hushed. We wandered slowly, gazing up at the towering ceiling and tracing the patterns etched into the stone by countless floods and time. It was easy to imagine how generations of travelers had paused here to rest, play, and marvel at the space. Redwall Cavern wasn’t just a landmark. It was a quiet, timeless pause in the journey.