Twice we tried to skirt the waterfall on canyon right but could not break the river-wide eddy fence created by the large standing waves pushing across canyon left to right. We tucked into a small eddy and waited.
After what seemed like hours the rains began to dissipate enough to allow for a harrowing mud-spattered passage. We exited the canyon as blue skies returned – the only remnant of what had just transpired were small trickling tendrils of water dripping delicately from the canyon rim. In this day and age, the majority of our lives are spent in climate controlled comfort. It is good once in a while to be reminded of the natural order of things.
Source : video – matt vogt