waka misano: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Triumph

Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in waka misano. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than waka misano,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “waka misano” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “waka misano” climax ever recorded.