It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in June of last year, when I decided to go and inspect the "lateral jumps" of Marmora. They were there all along. Viewed and reviewed a thousand times, as a tourist and canoeist, but never seen with the eye of those who have "different intentions."
That afternoon I was alone.
After having lunch with other paddlers, I start on the paths that lead to panoramic view of the waterfall. It was strange
along those paths. I felt a certain emotion, as if I were sure of not being able to go back to the free choice to do so or not do it. Down the road in the belief that I would see that the return path through the eyes of those who passaggione back on a long awaited and finally passed. The excitement increased with the approach of the noise. I kept convincing myself that I was just "browsing", which was one of the many times I went there, he was not told that they could do. But, honestly, I felt like kidnapped. As if I was not then free to express an objective opinion. It 'clear that I expressed then. The intention has never been and never will be, to play Russian roulette, but I do not know, I was somehow "forced". I was so far as to go back, to have the excuse to tell myself not to express an opinion without a component evaluation. Meanwhile
think of this, I find myself in front of the jumps. This time was different. But the significance of that difference was not in their physical form, it was in me. I had never seen with the idea to want to do in a canoe. Compared to many passaggioni that there are around, call them completely "normal", but they accounted for more than that to me. They saw me grow. Since my parents took me as a child to see the waterfall, when I began this wonderful experience of living through the world of the canoe, when, ripe canoeist, watching them at that moment, with respect and with a bit of fear watching in the eye. Yeah, now we were looking in my eyes. Their look was decided, mysterious, maybe aggressive. Mine was intimidated. But I knew that fear came from the right dose of humility that has a canoeist mature. Was not by leaps. My fear, which resulted in the rather curious.
I followed the path through the steps that follow the jump. Li, I began a careful technical analysis and freed the mind from all the feelings that relate to the human. Currency
the water lines, the possible ways for addressing the jump. Evaluate the receiving basin, its movements, the conformation of the banks, the points of safe and what might happen if something goes wrong. I was immersed in this discussion for about fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, it rained. Obviously, by good paddler, I had no umbrella. I was totally soaked. The shoulder was hurting and decided to return.
arrived by car, seized with a fit of outing, I did not hesitate to call at Mauritius Beccafichi describing what I had seen and analyzed.
Needless to say, I found fertile ground. It was as if we had made.
During the week, Mauritius, as He has really taken seriously, he went to inspect it, and finally became convinced of what we already knew for sure now: you do!
Galeotta however, was my shoulder. A week later I found myself on a beautiful bed with an arthroscope surgery I ravanare tendons and forced me to sit still for the next three months.
You can imagine the other hand, with My greatest pleasure, what did the boys.
The biggest jump was exceeded for the first time in Mauritius Beccafichi early July 2008 which was followed by other paddlers. The leap was the lowest but done for the first time by Charles Sbrenna.
Here I come to today. Away from the memory operation, and after making beautiful canoe trips during this 2009 Sunday, August 30, I decided that the time has come for me.
I say to Charles the night before. Supports me and we will too. For him it is the second time.
We are very early Sunday morning near the jump, when the waterfall is still closed. Yes, because if you pick the staff of the waterfall, you smash the ball and prevents you to go canoeing. Aware of this, early in the morning we take the canoe up for not having any problems after the entrance.
final sound the siren of the opening. The water will come in about half an hour. The time of change and organize the secure group.
arrive before the jump. This time the path I have not even seen. I was too focused to think of something else.
Place and secure the bridge before the first jump, the crowd of curious tourists. Start at the first flash.
Charles and I go up at the gate. With the harness there caliamo down about 5-6 feet deep in the canyon upstream of the jump.
The jump is now in full swing. At its height about 12-13 meters of water falls with a roar of all respect. The basin presents no particular problems. E 'deep, the water is oxygenated and there are strong returns. The real problem is not going to the left. The water falls at the bottom of a wall that could create serious problems if you are against it. Another aspect to be reckoned with is a small niche on the right side that takes you sure the water in the basin. Therefore, fast and safe in the event of Eskimo they will recover in the event of a bathroom. Niche in part, is likely to go down and get the jump well after soaking. And this is not good thing.
ready to leave there to play the odd and even. I win. Well, it's a sign. After a year of waiting is the least we could wish for. I
boarding in the balance being careful not to slip down. The water pulls a vengeance.
All ok, apart from the whistle.
I cut it from the shore. I see afar the threshold of the jump. I take a reference and do not give up more with his eyes. The water is more rapid than I expected. The shallow takes you to rub, but excessive speed. Water tends to turn over the canoe and get across. So the risk of jumping from the side. It would not be nice. I get by with a right rudder to straighten the boat and step at the point where I wanted. The boat comes off, the position is correct: I'm flying.
I see the bowl fast approaching. Within the basin, and feel a tremendous impact on the chest. Everything ok. I flip and I come off the paddle from the right hand.
Quickly grab the shovel, the eskimo roll and I'm leaning on his right side on the shore where there is a niche.
I passed! I made the leap that I saw when I was a kid! I'm here. It's me.
Great enthusiasm of the crowd of friends. Beautiful, is just a schioppone, I've heard. I too am convinced.
But now it's Charles. Part
the whistle. I see it. It 's too sideways. He, too, the water is running. I see that does not control, rather, controls it. The experience helped him to consider that at that point, the movement was more just to support and not oppose the rotation. With a perfectly placed shot is back, closes in on and make the jump to the opposite position of the hull but perfect. Log into the basin of the queue. Disappears completely upside down and re-emerges. Eskimo fast. He too is out. All hail. The flashes are wasted. Bello. What good times intense. After a few bars
goliardic to download the adrenaline, we are ready to face the second jump. Trans
bridge where tourists are crowded, and we head to the scouting of the second jump.
This is about something different. Lower. Let's say about 6-7 meters. The basin presents no particular problems. Single point of attention is a rock outcropping to the left bank, but it's hard to go there. Even for this jump is the references to the previous water pulls fast. Must slide on a slide, not too outstanding, about 20 meters before taking the leap. E 'but easier to control the canoe.
Place the safe and go for the first time Carlo. I think rightly so.
Party, takes a lot to the right, in my opinion too, but it goes perfect.
part I, I am more in the center. On the right is a tooth that I do not like. I prefer the middle path. Cut perfect, but when I touch the bowl upside down on the right side. As if I had touched something. I do not feel, however, no shot. Shooting the Eskimo, and I'm out.
It 's done. The two jumps have been exceeded.
I am now writing what has been a big deal for me. His greatness lies in having made the jump. Frankly, in these twenty years of canoeing, we have made things much more challenging. His greatness lies in the emotion they have for that place. Place where I learned to run. Place where I started dreaming about the adventures of my life.
Many thanks to all those who have allowed me to live this wonderful experience.
Sergio, Paul, Matt for sure. Lucio for the video-photographic reportage. Charles, canoeist and longtime friend with whom I shared I agree and I will share the excitement of canoeing.
movies as they become available we will publish them.
Greetings to all.
Feel you Free!
Mario Adolini
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