We got there at 3pm and before we got out we were specifically advised by our bus, sorry, motorcoach driver to stay on the designated paths. He said every day he comes here he sees people climbing on the rocks for photos, and that about 4 people a year fall in. He said if the fall didn't kill you, shock from the glacially cold "wrench water" combined with the swift current would finish you off. It's called wrench water he said, because it'll tighten your nuts.
We got off the bus, fuck it, BUS and the first thing we saw were a couple posing for pictures on the edge of the rock formation.
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| Morons |
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| Looking downstream (for a bobbing puffy red coat) |
