
I awoke this morning slightly bummed because our plans to head to Fitzroy Island had fallen through. Nonetheless, I was determined to do something interesting so I walked downstairs to get my laptop and look for inspiration for an alternative adventure. At that exact time our local insane adventurer, Tim, rode up on his mountain bike. He called out to us from the parking lot, asking if we wanted to go hike up a waterfall today.
Uh, duh.

That happened around 11am. By noon we were all packed in the car and en route to the hike. It was an anfractuous 2 hour drive and since we all stayed out late last night it was a mentally (and physically) trying drive.
No one puked, so that was good.
We arrived in the middle of the Daintree Rainforest around 2pm.
The immensity of the lush foliage was astonishing.

We adorned ourselves with backpacks and bug spray and headed out on a completely random path that was marked only with "Daintree Lodge ->" sign. I was confused as to why were we starting here but Tim (mountain bike dude) and Aaron (my bf) seemed to know where they were going, so Fane (Aaron's roommate) and I followed.

Within minutes we were away from any paved road and walking through the river.
Or rather, up the river. In fact our hike 'trail' was literally the river.
Our plan was to hike about 1.5-2 hours up the river and reach the top of Alexandra Falls. I was warned that we'd be wading about knee-deep in water for most of the journey. In reality it was more like swimming.
The start of the hike was awesome. Loved being the water and going through an area seemingly untouched by man. Overall the journey was a tad sketchy since my running shoes had zero traction with the slippery river rocks. About 30 minutes in I rolled my ankle pretty badly. Whatever, keep on going.
10 minutes later I slipped again and rolled the same ankle. About 15 more minutes go by before I rolled my other ankle. Now both throbbed incessantly.
Suck it up, push onwards.
I proceeded to slip another 10? 15? 30? times on our way up, stubbing toes, jamming fingers and banging shins left and right.
Honestly though, whatever. The experience was amazing.
We were literally climbing up a waterfall in the middle of an Australian rainforest.
About 1 hour in we reached a divide and accidentally chose to go right instead of left. We continued summiting for about 40 or so minutes until we realized we had gone the wrong way. Unfortunately it was already 3:40pm and we just wouldn't be able to make it back down to the divide and then up the rest of the waterfall and then all the way back down before it got dark (around 6:30pm) so we resolved to merely head back home.
Although a slight bummer that we didn't get to the top, the experience in-and-of-itself was absolutely worthwhile.
Also, while being 5' 3'' and trying to climb against the current was nearly impossible at times - I frequently had to find pathways with weaker currents while the other three members of my group (all 6'' and above) just bulldozed their way through, being vertically challenged when going downstream was great. I just floated a good chunk of the way down, giving my throbbing ankles a much needed break.
Floating down wasn't all fun and games though. When the rapids in the river picked up (and thus picking me up with them) I was often swept a bit too fast into rocks and crevasses where the force of the impact did a number on my body. In one particularly sketchy encounter my foot got stuck in between two rocks but the rest of my body did not.
This resulted in me hanging completely upside down, with the rapids cascading onto my face and into my nostrils.
Yum.
With the wind knocked out of me it took a good 10 seconds for me to dislodge myself and somewhat safely move further downstream.
Because I'm a pitifully far cry from badass hiker/explorer, I needed to take a few moments to catch my breath and have the shock settle. Physically I was fine, it was more shock than anything.
As we continued downstream it started to drizzle and then full-out rain. And honestly? It was the best. Both the river and the rain were a refreshing temperature. Not terribly warm but not too cold either. Being utterly soaked was an incredibly invigorating experience and we continued down, swimming/slipping/stumbling/scrambling our way back to the car.
We made it back just in time, around 6pm. Had we arrived even 15 minutes later it would have been way too dark to be safe.
Overall:
- Innumerable minor bumps and scrapes
- 1 wrong turn
- 0 crocodile encounters (whew!)
- 7 bug bites
- 2 baby leeches
- 3 spider webs
- 5 nasty encounter with Wait-A-While's
- A dozen or so fun 'water slides'
- 6 broken trees the spanned the width of the river
- 1 actually scary fall
- 1/2 an emptied camel pack
- 6 muesli bars, 2 sandwiches, a banana, 2 apples [from us four]
- 1 monsoon
- 1 cassowary
- 3 Aussies, 1 Belarussian-American
- 2 pairs of clothes
- Many stones in shoes
- 3 Acapella renditions of 'Amazing Grace'
- and 8 hours
later we arrived back home around 8pm, thoroughly satisfied with our spontaneous and awesome adventure.