Everything worked like clockwork till we lowered the final kayak. While shifting the kayak from the first line to the second, a knot slipped, and the kayak fell 40 feet, narrowly missing Marguerite. Bouncing twice off the rocks, the rolled up kayak landed at the base of the falls and began to float down stream.
The rocks, coated with a fine felt of algae, were like ice. Having no spare lines to help on a climb down, Tony used a 30 foot piece of nylon webbing to climb to the rocks at the base of the falls, then slid another 30 feet into the water. He caught the rolled up kayak just as it was tumbling down the next set of rapids below the falls.
...Browns, Whites and Blue morphos would fly into the mist of the falls, then into the surrounding vegetation...
Fortunately, that was the only mishap of the day. We started the operation at 9:00am, and finished at 3:00pm. Bushed and wanting to enjoy the beauty of the falls, we camped on a rock outcrop near the first set of rapids below the falls.