Crossing over the bridge and looking down at what they call a canyon, but what I would refer to as a crevice, I realized I was in for some scary business. It was beautiful; the water a bright turquoise, the contrast of the stones creating a dream-like effect. Quite honestly, I didn’t know what to expect.
Stepping onto the 500hp jetboat was like boarding an amusement park ride, and I felt like I was 12 all over again, smiling in giddy anticipation. Our boat pilot, Glen, tried to convince us (with a sarcastic grin) that he hadn’t been out drinking heavily the night before.
Minutes later we were doing high speed 360-spins within inches of stone walls. As the boat skimmed the surface we realized how shallow the water was when we heard the boat scrape the bottom of the river. “Five to ten centimeters,” he said.
For 30 minutes we swerved through a winding river, encapsulated on both sides by 20 meter walls, dodging rocks and boulders and ducking under stone ledges. We paused periodically for a brief information session, whether it be a history lesson about the area or just about the boat itself. After all, knowledge is power. Right?
Honestly, I felt pretty powerless in that boat. But that’s the fun! Coming within inches of your life and not being able to do anything about it. An exhilarating ride, to say the least!