It was a relatively uneventful trip, until a large rock broke loose from the top of the falls, about the size of a car tire. Tony was about 150 feet below, at the hanging rap station, while Levi and I were on the platform about 350 from the top.
Tony let us know that the rock was on it's way down, and luckily it missed him. It exploded into 10 smaller chunks, about 200 feet from the top, that luckily missed me and Levi on the exposed platform below. Spoooky!
*peers into crystal ball*
I see a helmet purchase in Levi's future!
Another fun adventure with friends new and old.
Now for a couple of terrible photographs, taken through the world's dirtiest lens:
Tony and Levi
Levi on Rappel