We stayed mostly on the
trail beside the river. My nephew has
still a good recollection of the path and I just followed him, pausing from
time to time to take some pictures. It
was already high noon and the view was perfect.
There were cloud formations, the mountains are pristine, there’s the
presence of water, and all I need to do was to have a good composition.
There were some parts
of the trail that we had to crawl within the bushes and under a fallen tree. I guess those paths are seldom used because
they are hard to notice. Since the water
level was normal after the flood, we had the opportunity to walk on the
shoreline. The rest of the trail is
right within the backyard of a particular family and I guess they are used to
people passing along. And after almost a
30-minute hike, we landed on the other part of the river where we had to find a
way to cross the river.
Since we were new to
the place and there is no hanging bridge nor a particular river crossing, we
were trying to find out which part of the river is passable. There were no people passing that time and
the only way to determine if it was passable was to cross it.
We readied our bags and
walked barefoot on the river. The sharp
stones were agonizing experience for our feet and they slowed us down. Ron walked ahead of me and testing the depth
of the river. Since the current was
strong and the river was deep, the idea was to go upstream and slowly walked
downstream until we cross the river. As
I followed him, I could feel that little by little as the water level rose, the
current became stronger. It was hard to
set your foot firmly on the river bed because the stones are sharp and at the
same time, the sand and the stones are washed away by the current. There was a particular point when I got
scared and almost carried by the strong current. The water was already waist deep and as we
stepped further, the level grew higher and the current grew stronger. Since I don’t know how to swim and given the
strong current, I told Ron to abandon the idea.
I felt relieved when we were already on the dry land.
I thought it would be a
good day to explore the countryside because the sun was shining brightly. Though the storm had already passed and the
weather was great, we never had a slightest idea that our trip almost turned
into a disaster. I already gave up the
idea of going to the falls even though the falls is already visible to where we
were standing that time. I value our
life more than anything else and even if it will be an epic fail in the making,
I don’t mind at all. We can always
return and the best time to be here will be during the summer season where the
river is only knee deep. But Ron did not
gave up that easy.
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