They also give you ponchos to wear because the falls get you wet or very wet if you choose. Finnley and I walked up and down the platform taking pictures and getting sprinkled on a bit. Then we came to the main platform which they called the hurricane deck and that one is the closest to the water and you get very wet if you go on it. So of course Finnley and I had to check it out. We climbed up the stairwell, wind blaring, and took the plunge under the water. It was so cold, but refreshing and I could just feel the water break everywhere through my water resistant clothing and my shoes that were supposed to perform well were sloshing and soaking wet with water as were Finnley’s. No worries though, when we got out of there we felt more energized and invigorated than ever.
It was a smooth ride for the most part and it is definitely the best view out of all the options. Once we got up to the horseshoe falls it got a little rocky and very wet, but it was fun. Luckily they gave us more ponchos because I had ripped my last one and this adventure was just as misty as the last. We also ended up meeting a very nice family on the boat who we talked to for a while. One of the most enjoyable parts of this trip is meeting all the different people from different places and realizing that the world is full of nice, relatable, and all around good people. There really isn’t as much to fear out there as some people assume. Granted there is of course the fair share of not so nice too, but it’s still good to know it’s not the majority.
When we got off the boat there was yet again another little stairway that takes you close to a part of the falls. Yet again Finnley and I found it necessary to go and enjoy being doused in the water of the falls regardless of the cold wind and other elements that caused Finnley to feel like he was getting hypothermia minutes later. Still every minute was worth it. There’s just something about being under the plunging water of a waterfall. It’s the same feeling I felt before at Dunns River Falls in Jamaica when I was younger. I know magical sounds simple and possibly even juvenile so I’ll use the word my Non-Fiction professor used to describe my relationship with water from one of my stories: transcendent.