After a hard night partying it up in Greymouth we dragged our sorry arses out of bed and were off.. away in search of a waterfall that we had heard rumors about up the Toaroha valley. 10am at the take out we loaded our boats on and started the walk. A casual pace saw time fly by and still no sign of the waterfall.
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| Martijn wondering if this waterfall actually exists while Phil eagerly paddles up stream... |
Many sightings of the local blue duck family was also a big distraction. So the waterfall continued to be elusive until we hit a gorged out section of river, and half way through our challenging portage, we spotted it. we couldn't quite get a full view of it but the clouds of spray billowing out around the corner suggested some sort of gradient.
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| Martijn van den Broeke staying on top of things |
by this stage it was getting late, we got up, scouted out our lines and then hucked off the centre of the drop. some questionable lines and missed boof strokes saw us going quite deep. Martijn, the least experienced paddler in our crew managed to stick the sickest line of the day and pop straight back up.
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| Phil Palzer plugging it |