It comes as a shock to the system.
Rounding the last corner in the jet boat, I come face to face with a wall of water. I knew that it was here, but the sight of it still takes my breath away.
While it can be approached by foot from the top, I was told that there’s no better way to experience the sheer grandeur of Kinuseo Falls that from its base.
As someone who has been running rivers for the last decade, I would argue that the best way to experience life itself is from water level.
The locals told me that the Murray River canyon was worth a visit, too, so before heading upstream, we headed down for a few hours, to explore the Murray River Valley.
But this? This is something else. Something not usually encountered. Some rapids have proved impassible, but none have been quite so sheer, a white wall, dancing over the rocks as it plunges from up there to down here.
An island at the base of the falls offers a place to beach the boat and hike up to the falls themselves.
I sit down on a large, flat-ish rock near the point of the island and stare, mesmerized, watching the ever-changing water. Then, I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds of it. This is heaven.