Small waterfalls were now thundering into the river and every rock channel that could carry it was spouting water out into the Franklin. The ambience was superb - soft raindrops spotting on the dark river surface, enhanced by heavier drips from overhanging vegetation, mists drifting on the heights above, and water pouring off the valley walls. The river level was slowly rising before our eyes - it promised to be a good day of rafting.īreaking camp in the rain is no fun, but, by the time we set off, the rain was already easing and the cloud was looking a lot lighter. Sitting beneath the kitchen tarp, eating breakfast, we watched the raindrops splashing on the water surface, while, on the far bank, Tahune Creek was rushing out into the river and small waterfalls were beginning to flow down nearby rocks.
The first drops of rain pattered on the tarp at 4am and, by 5am, it was falling steadily.
