Enshi Pingshan Canyon is neither in Lichuan nor in Jianshi, but suspended in the folds of mountains at the southeastern corner of Hefeng County—it does not rely on the "Chinese Semporna" label for traffic, nor does it sell "glass boat photo packages." This is the most precipitous V-shaped canyon in the upper reaches of the Qingjiang River, stretching 15 kilometers in length, with the narrowest part only 6 meters wide. The cliffs on both sides rise vertically over 300 meters, with rock layers exposed as if cut by knives and axes. Water is its soul: not emerald green, but a completely transparent light blue, with pebbles visible even at a depth of 20 meters. Due to the extremely fine dolomite particles suspended in the water, sunlight refracts to emit a cold blue glow—locals call it "Qingming Water," and the ancient text "Shuijingzhu" describes it as "clear and cold beyond description."
To enter the canyon, do not use the official scenic spot entrance (ticket 128 yuan including glass boat). Take a taxi from Hefeng County town to "Dongling Village," costing about 50 yuan; after getting off, walk 2.3 kilometers south along the dirt road behind the village, passing two abandoned hydropower station water channels, to reach the old site of "Jinlong Bridge." The bridge has collapsed, leaving only three rusted steel cables spanning the canyon, with raging rapids below roaring like thunder. This is the unofficial entrance: an old villager named Lao Qin guards a half-room stone house, charging 20 yuan, handing you a pair of rubber shoes, a length of hemp rope, and a machete—"The water is cold, the stones slippery, tie the rope around your waist, use the knife to cut moss to prevent slipping."
The hiking starting point is at the "One Line Sky" entrance. It is not man-made but a natural fissure formed by rock layer fractures and dislocations during crustal uplift, about 280 meters high and only 4–7 meters wide. Looking up, you see a strip of blue sky, with clouds drifting like a shuttle. The rock walls are slippery, covered with dark green Selaginella and gray-white lichen; a light touch reveals moss that is soft and slightly cool. Focus on the middle section of the left rock wall: about 150 meters above the ground, there is a horizontal crack 12 meters long and palm-width wide, embedded with several black flint nodules—remnants of Silurian seabed sediment layers from 400 million years ago, older than dinosaurs.
Walking down 1.1 kilometers, the "Dodge Canyon" suddenly becomes dark and quiet. No direct light reaches here; the water color shifts from blue to indigo, with a thin mist floating on the surface that never dissipates year-round. Water seeps down the rock walls like curtains, dripping rhythmically: fast on the left wall, slow on the right, silent in the middle—locals say this is the "Three Breaths of the Dragon Vein," the fast is the exhale, the slow is the inhale, and the silent is the concealment. Squatting down and putting your hand in the water, the bone-chilling cold shoots up your arm instantly, yet the water is extremely gentle, with no rushing current sensation because the riverbed has been polished by millennia of water flow into smooth basalt grooves, and the water flows silently along the walls without waves.
Have lunch at the "Fisherman’s Hut." It is actually a rock cave carved halfway up the cliff, supported by wooden frames, with a fire pit that never goes out. The staple is "Kang Potatoes": local small potatoes with skin buried in charcoal ash and slow-cooked for 40 minutes. Peeling off the charred skin reveals a powdery, glutinous golden interior, dipped in a spoonful of homemade fermented chili corn powder sauce (spicy, sour, and mildly mellow). Accompanied by a bowl of Qingjiang fish soup—the fish is freshly caught morning chub, only the head and backbone are used to make the broth, which is milky white with a mirror-like oil surface. You need to blow off the oil before drinking; otherwise, the first sip is so salty it makes you frown.
In the afternoon, climb "She Shen Cliff." There are no guardrails, only a narrow bluestone path polished by footsteps. The wind is fierce at the cliff top, overlooking the entire canyon: the Qingming Water flows like a moving jade belt, winding through the cliffs in nine bends. The water color changes with the angle of sunlight—silver at noon, cobalt blue in the late afternoon, and just before sunset, the entire canyon suddenly becomes completely transparent, as if the earth has cracked open a glowing wound.
Do not return the same way. Lao Qin will lead you on a shortcut through "Eagle Sorrow Ravine": climbing down along vines hanging from the cliff walls, you can see wild Dendrobium officinale growing in the rock crevices, with purple-red stems and thick leathery leaves. If it rains, water droplets cling to the orchid leaves, crystal clear and reflecting the canyon’s dim light—this is Qingming Water completing a tiny cycle inside the plants.
Pingshan Canyon is not a mirror. It is the flint in the rock layers, the dolomite particles in the water, the charcoal fire in the fisherman's stove that never goes out. When you come here, no need to bring filters, just thick socks, anti-slip gloves, a thermos, and hands willing to bend down and scoop a handful of Qingming Water.
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