![]() The base so strewn with rocks I could not see the plunge-pool.īut when I went and stood in Gran’s hall, looking upĪt the air that contained aftershocks and echoes, In sandstone where marrow has carved passages, Nine hundred metres to fall from the summit.īone and water, bone and air, the corridors the ninety years of her life gathered forcesĪgainst the torrent that battered the panes. So he could watch dawn turn the plummeting waters to fire.Īll night Gran was restless as rockets explodedĪnd fireworks lit up her uncurtained windows.īy four a.m. Then Laime the hermit built his hut on Rat Island To throw his ashes, spray burning her face. Had a bush pilot fly her right up to the headĪnd against the winds she opened the cockpit window I thought of Jimmy Angel, discoverer of these falls, I saw how water after it has fallen so far When I reached the lookout point where the whole cataractĬan be viewed, sweat in my eyes and needle-fine spray,ĭark clouds obscured the head of the falls.įor about a third of a mile up the amphitheatre Over the tangle of roots on my way to seeĪngel Falls from the mirador of Alexander Laime. I climbed carefully as once I’d climbed through cloud forest ![]() ![]() Stand on top of the stairs and at the bottomĪnd on each step between her life and death. When Gran fell downstairs and died I wanted to visit her house,
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