checked the map and while driving to find more water, ran into some
local hunters. Full of both local color and local knowledge they
pointed us towards a “Niagara” sized waterfall on a
tributary high up in the mountains. Satisfied with the beta we headed
deep into the hills next morning, Chris
I struggled to keep the rental in sight as EJ
down the pothole filled dirt roads.
around a corner it came into
view and we instantly knew we
had found it, she certainly was large. View from about two kilometers
The falls were over a kilometer away and we were
surrounded by logging
roads. Wasting almost an hour of driving we were back where we had
first seen the falls and commenced gearing up, using as much humor as
possible to delay changing in frigid temperatures.
“I’d better just stay here, the best shot is from
Jackson showing off his backing
up skills (they’re good).
Thirty minutes of hiking through typical Newfoundland
“tuckamore” and downed trees had our highly
motivated group at the base of the falls.
all smiled looking at the stacked
Post drooling over the gradient a quick hike led us to the
base of the
largest drop. The first big drop looked quite dubious from the road,
and once we gained a view of the base our suspicions were confirmed. At
most three inches of water was all the padded the landing of a fifty
foot freefall. We had high hopes for the thirty to forty foot waterfall
downstream, which unfortunately landed on a pile of rocks.
least there was still plenty of gradient left.
up the first good drop.
The river split around an island, the right side
onto rocks, and on the left a nice juicy lead in dropped over a thirty
foot sliding waterfall that everyone enjoyed.
the first sliding falls of Leg Pond Feeder.
Just downstream was a slide that during the hike looked innocuous
enough, but deeper inspection revealed a slide dropping about thirty
feet, landing in a big hole on the right and a rock shelf on the left.
to probe the slide first, and made a strong left to right move boofing
through the hole with no problems. EJ followed suit with a different
but equally effective line.
Dane Jackson went next, taking a piton and having one of the scariest
swims I have ever been witness too, described in
EJ here. All I can say is he is an absolute champion to keep up the
Chris and Joel went next, both styling the line and making it look easy.
Filming from the top, Nick went last and was pushed too
far right and
clipped shallow rocks, causing us all to have a minor heart attack as
he flipped over, falling onto the barely submerged shelf on the left.
Ejecting on impact, Nick floated still in the water for a second before
making an attempt to swim. EJ pulled him to shore where he signaled ok,
suffering a concussion and sore back. We were all relieved the injuries
were so minor considering the circumstances.
After the rough treatment by Leg Pond Feeder, we started
the long drive
back out to the highway. Thanks to Nick’s cell phone we were
able to secure a flight through Portland
. A late night
drive took us all the way to the small port town of Roddickton on the
east side of the Northern Peninsula. Here we would paddle out from our
two day descent of the reputed Cloud River.
bumps and bruises, but thankfully
everyone was ok.