We wanted to kayak from Loch Lomond down to Grand River while the river was running full - but that meant that Grand River Falls would be in its' full furious spate and I surely didn't want to come paddling day-dreamingly along and get swept down the roaring chute. Trevor had left an old beat-up pair of blaze orange rain pants in the garage so I secured them to a small tree above the falls just where they would be visible a fair distance up-stream on the turn for the last run. And they worked fine (I had been apprehensive about the possibility that someone coming in to explore the falls might remove them thinking they were a careless bit of debris left thoughtlessly behind) giving us plenty of time to get the kayaks into the shore while the swift moving current was still manageable. We then did the portage around the falls and continued on.
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