A short boat ride across the half-milewide stream leads to a boardwalk of sorts over the top of the river, past the occasional heron. Suddenly, you are at the top of the tumultuous vortex called the Devil's Throat, a trio of cataracts relentlessly rushing, plunging, crashing about 250 feet. Dancing on the edge, it seems, can be dangerous business. But the greatest view is from Brazil. It is said here that Argentina puts on the show and Brazil provides the theater.
Rainbows often glimmer in the refractions of spray.
Each turn of the jungled path reveals another, yet another, yet another series of falls. The size and power and sound of it is just amazing. E-mail this story to a friend. Kentucky Connect and may not be republished without permission. All rights reserved.