A friend showed me a place near where I grew up that totally caught me by surprise. It was a 25′ – 30′ ledge overlooking a deep pocket on the montreal river. Tucked away off the beaten path one would think it was seldom visited but by the debris on the ground and walking paths it was well known, except to me.
The river was a dark foreboding color that hid everything. If DA hadn’t jumped the week before and before me I probably wouldn’t have tried. But he did, and so not wanting to pass the experience up I jumped as well. It was a real rush but as I found myself swimming around in the murky river water I realized that was more unnerving than actually jumping into it!