I Want To Believe In Something Bigger Than Me: Angel Falls

If you like this post, please share it with one of the social media buttons above. Thanks! -Stevie
It’s not that I didn’t want to see the falls. It’s just that they are located clear on the other side of Venezuela, close to Brazil. When we mapped it out, we realized that it would take SIX DAYS of driving to get there from Merida. So then I looked into flights and realized that we’d need to take SIX PLANES, two of which would be on tiny flying coffins, in five short days, just to get to Canaima and back.
No waterfall is worth that kind of exposure.

But I’m madly in love with my husband, and love makes you say yes, sometimes, when what you really mean is no way, you’re crazy, 911, help! This man is trying to kill me!


The Day Before

We’re awake no more than ten minutes before Tree announces “I’m sick,” which means total shutdown in our family. Granted, to his credit, he behaves the same whether it’s double foot surgery or the sniffles: he lies in bed, refuses medicine, and insists on working until he passes out with his head in his laptop.

In the meantime, I have a list that inlcudes 1) giving Paula and Guillermo a hands-on tutorial on how to properly care for Kiki without appearing paranoid, 2) running to seven different stores stewn across Merida to buy insect repellent, sun block, kibble, body soap, all the ingredients for eggplant parmesan, and a bottle of rum, 3) packing for the trip, 4) cooking dinner for our farewell party, 5) and most importantly, taking care of my feverish, vomiting husband.
Tree’s fever breaks just in time for dinner. Thank god. Hopefully the diarrhea will pass before our full day at the airport tomorrow. Then, just as Paula and I are finishing up the dinner dishes, it hits me hard. Party over!!! Freezing, I run to our room, pile on some clothes and crawl under the covers. It’s going to be a long night.

Day 1

4:00a.m– The alarm goes off. I stand up and sit back down. My head is spinning and I’m seeing spots, but we need coffee, so I pad down the hallway as fast as I can.

4:05– Tree finds me moaning on the kitchen floor. I’m hunkered over the French press like it’s a football, and I just got pancaked by a 300 pound linebacker. He helps me back to the room to assess the situation. “Are you going to shower?” “No.” “Are you going to get dressed?” “No.” “Can you travel?” “Yes.”  There I go again, saying yes when I really mean no.

5:00- Tree packs up the toiletries, puts Kiki in Paula and Guillermo’s room, and then plants me, still in my pajamas, with a pillow in the backseat of a taxi headed for the airport an hour away in Vigia.

6:00- We arrive. Tree parks me on a seat with his big heavy backpack and tells me that when he gets close to the check-in counter to meet him in line.

6:20– It’s time for me to go meet Tree in line. I slide the beast of a backpack on my shoulders and figure that all I have to do is make it across the sea of people to Tree, and then he can support me. I’m swerving and moaning and my vision keeps closing out on me, so, I hold up against a pillar for a minute and try to make eyes with Tree. Help, my eyes plead, but he appears to be looking right through me. I push onward. Almost there. Excuse me. Permiso. That’s my husband up ahead.
6:25- Tree! Tree! I stumble over, stiff legged, hands out like a zombie, expecting him to brace me, but his arms are crossed. Wobbling, I drop down to one knee and moan. The couple in front of us takes a step forward and to the left, and the entire line behind them follows suit, leaving me off to the side. The herd has pushed me out! I look up at Tree and he’s sharing glances with the rest of the pack about the poor schizophrenic woman on one knee mumbling to herself.
6:26It takes me a minute, but I realize that my husband is pretending not to know me! I remind myself to be mad later. Right now I need a toilet.
6:45– Tree finds me in line, buying water. I’m parched. We sit down together and wait for our plane to board. I’m starting to doubt my ability to go through with this day, but Tree assures me that it will get better.
8:15– He’s right! I’m starting to feel somewhat sane again. The vertigo has passed and my fever is down. Things are looking up! We’re in the air, forty-five more minutes until we land in Caracas. Tree’s holding my hand and making me laugh. This flight’s a piece of cake!
10:00- Breakfast at the airport in Caracas. We’re both feeling great, relatively speaking.

1:00- We catch another flight to Puerto Ordaz. More hand holding and laughing. The flight is butter

2:00- Taxi is waiting for us, arranged by Gecko Tours. It’s boiling here! We drive an hour to Cuidad Bolivar.

3:00– We arrive at Gecko Tours, and get checked into a bungalow. Tree works. I read. I check the shower and the water is cold. I’m still fighting off the fever and opt to stay warm and dirty over clean and cold.
6:30- We have a delicious catfish dinner in the common area and meet two other traveling couples, one of which has been teaching english for seven years throughout Asia, Latin America, and the Middle East, and the second of which just returned from Angel Falls with their one year old baby girl!


7:30- Tree and I go back to our room feeling very inspired. We love meeting other travelers. Their courage encourages us.
9:00- We’re tucked into bed, ensconced in our mosquito netting, laughing about the day’s horror. I accuse Tree of pretending not to know me at the airport, and he accuses me of being utterly shameless—both of which are true, so we laugh even harder! The worst is behind us, we agree, as we turn out the lights.
Day 2
6:00- The alarm goes off.
6:15- We fight over the toilet. We seem to have a lingering case of the runs.
6:30- We pack up our stuff and head back out to the common area to wait for someone to take us to the Cuidad Bolivar airport.
6:35- We meet Nelson, who is from Venezuela but lives in Brightenwood, Colorado today with his wife and two beautiful children. He first went to the States as an exchange student many years ago, and now he teaches both English as a second language and Spanish in Denver, while studying to get his PhD online. As it turns out, he’s booked on our same tour, which is awesome, because I have a plentitude of questions for Nelson about Venezuelan politics (I’m saving all the questions, responses and insights for the upcoming “Sprinterlife’s New World Order” post, but, in a nutshell, Tree and I finally understand why the middle class has a more than legitimate beef against Chavez while the poor and indigenous rightly adore him).
7:00- We pile in the back of the Land Cruiser and head to the airport
9:00– I’m looking out the window of the airport and deduce that we will be in one of two small planes, Tiny and Tinier.
9:15- Hallelujah!! We’re on Tiny! Hopefully nothing goes wrong. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, touch my pendant, say a prayer to Meme….and we’re off!
9:45- Tree keeps exploiting my superstition by saying things like, this plane would never crash, which prompts me to genuflex on command. I’m not religious, it’s just that the situation is too critical to knock on wood. I need to invoke holy powers, not tree nymphs, to ward off wind shears. The wings would never rip off at this altitude. Genuflex Genuflex Genuflex. Oooh, did you hear that CLUNK? I think something’s wrong with the engine. Genuflex Genuflex Genuflex!! (Oh my husband makes me laugh!!!)
10.00- Turbulence! We’re going down!!!! Tree says Trujillos growl at fear. Grrrrr! Genuflex Genuflex Genuflex GRRRRR!
10:15- We landed, we’re alive!!!! Hooray! I can’t wait until the day after tomorrow when I get to do it again.
10:30- Our tour company is waiting for us with a bus. A guy named Esteban introduces himself as a member of the Camaracoto tribe and says that he will be our guide. He’s super adorable: short, brown, pudgy, bowl cut, big smile, shirt buttoned up to his neck, and he giggles every time I say something.
11:00- Esteban gives us the lowdown. First we’ll walk to the beach and frolic, and then we will come back to the camp and eat lunch, rest for a couple hours in our private rooms, and then take a boat to the waterfalls nearby for a hiking tour.
11:15- On our way to the beach, we see and hear the local Camaracoto kids playing classical violin outside of a building, maybe a school or church, not sure what. Anyhow, they sound amazing! At first this scene seems so incongruent, but then Nelson reminds me of the Venezuelan music project called Fundación del Estado para el Sistema Nacional de las Orquestas Juveniles e Infantiles de Venezuela. El Sistema is a state foundation which watches over Venezuela’s 125 youth orchestras and the instrumental training programs which make them possible. There are over 250,000 children who attend its music schools around the country, 90 percent of them from poor socio-economic backgrounds.
FYI- There’s an award winning documentary about this amazing social program called Tocar y Luchar (“Play and Fight”, 2004).
12:05- The beach in Canaima is gorgeous. Waterfalls, palm trees, white sand, and…red water? Little boys are playing with their wooden boats in the water while the old ladies bath and wash clothes.
12:30– We stop by the local elementary school on the way back because Nelson, who is a teacher in the States, wants to take pictures to show his colleagues back home what it means to lack resources. To our surprise, when we look in the classroom, all the children are sitting behind laptops learning their computer skills. The computers, as well as the internet, were a gift from Chavez (more on this in the upcoming NWO post). We also find out that the kids learn in Spanish, Camaracoto, and English.
1:00- Lunch back at the Camaracoto camp. We eat chicken, rice and veggies, and converse with our new friends–Nelson, and the Brazilians, Ivan and Anna.
2:00- Back in our room, we fight over the toilet again. “I’m coming in hot, Stevie, move over!!”
I have mixed feelings about this new level of intimacy we’ve broached. When I first met Tree, I wouldn’t even go the bathroom in my house while he was in it, opting to go to the neighbor’s house instead. Now look at us: Two poops in a pod.
2:30- Tree naps, I read and relish having the pot all to myself.
4:00- Everyone has arrived by now who will be on the tour with us. All of us, I’d say around 30 people, walk back to the beach and climb in two canoes with lawnmower engines. We zip over to an island no more than five minutes away.
4:15- We hike on easy terrain for 45 minutes. All the while, Tree and I keep monitoring our stomach pain levels that seem to be steadily climbing up from a level 6. Finally we come up on a waterfall, walk behind it, get soaking wet, and then hang out on the other side enjoying the pristine vista of Canaima. (This is super fun, but in no way does it compare to Honduras Waterfall jumping).
6:00- Level 8 and rising. We are racing both against the rumble in our bowels and each other to get to the camp toilets.
7:30- Dinner time. I choose to eat, even though every time I do it hurts like holy hell. Tree gives his food away to the guy sitting to his left.
8:00- Man down!!! We’re back in the room, and Tree is violently ill! He’s green, grey, white and sweaty! He’s on the pot and I want to help but he’s banned me from the bathroom. Oh wait, now he’s calling me. He needs something to barf in. By the looks of it, we’re at a level 10.
8:36- I break into the camp kitchen, rummage through the cabinets and pick out a good puke pot
8:39- I proudly hand Tree the pot that I have stolen for him in the name of love. I offer to hold it for him, too, but he kicks me out of the bathroom again.
9:00- We watched some movie the other night about exorcisms, and I can hear Tree mumbling the dialogue:
“Name yourself, demon!!! I hereby command you with the power vested in me by our holy father to get out!!! OUT, DEMON, OUT!!!!”
9:15- I need the bathroom too—I feel an explosion coming on—but there’s no getting Tree off the pot! I go next door and ask Nelson if I can use his.
9:30- I come back and discover that Tree barfed purple stuff and is now lying on the bed —the devil defeated for the time being.
10:00- I’m putting a cold compress on Tree’s forehead and reading my book. Things are not looking good. He asks me if we’re going to make it to Angel Falls, and I say, “Let’s just take it one day at a time.”
Day 3
6:30- The alarm goes off. Tree seems to be feeling better, and so far I feel okay too.  Today is the big day!
7:30- We nibble lightly on breakfast, both of us very wary of food.
8:00- We take a short bus ride to the boat launch. Tree and I chat up Ivan (see pic below with Anna) from Brazil, who is going to New York to get his PhD in biology. His specialization is reptiles and amphibians, so we start talking about habitat loss, environmental pollutants and the decline of frog populations, and how frogs are like canaries in a coalmine—a warning of what’s to come for the rest of us. Super interesting stuff! He tells us how he has used his studies to try to prevent the construction of new dams in Brazil, but how in the end, the economic interest in building the dams won out over frogs and every other living thing on the planet.
8:30- While we’re waiting for our guides to load up the canoes, Ivan finds an amazing frog that’s black with a bright yellow ‘hand-painted’ band around it. He informs us that it’s poisonous, and then for god knows what reason, he and Anna, as well as Sonia, our friend from Poland, and Nelson all lick the thing! Would you like to taste the frog too?
That’s very kind of you to offer, Ivan, but no, we would not like to lick the frog.
9:00– And we’re off! All 30 of us are piled back in our two canoes, and we’re charging up river! Angel Falls here we come!
9:30- They stop the boats and kick us all out onto an island. Apparently the boats can’t make it over the rapids with us in them, so we have to walk for an hour in the blazing sun across the island where we’ll meet back up with the boats on the other side. Oh joy.
10:30- Back in the boats, and we’re off again!
11:30- We stop at some lagoon. People swim. I’m feeling anxious about being so far away from a bathroom and just want to hurry up and get to camp.
1:30- Lunch stop. They give us sandwiches and cookies. Tree and I are starving but only nibble, again, as a precaution.
2:30- Pain!!! My tummy feels like there’s a knife stabbing and twisting inside. Level 8!!
3:00- We hit a confluence and continue up the right side. The river narrows rapidly as our boatman deftly maneuvers us through rocky channels upstream. The scene is breathtaking, surreal, larger than life. Giant table-top mountains called Tapuys covered in mist frame our passage. The landscape reminds me of the Grand Canyon, only it’s as if the canyon walls have been overrun by the jungle.
Canaima is one of the most beautiful places on Earth 
4:00- Finally, we arrive at the base of Angel Falls. But to my dismay, this isn’t camp. Camp is across the river, and we won’t be going to it until after we hike an hour uphill in the jungle to the falls, hang out up there, and then descend—basically not for another 3 or 4 hours. I’m never going to make it! I need a bathroom now!
4:15- Up, up, up we climb, one step at a time. Above us is a lush, diverse canopy of jungle, shading us from the sun. Just a few feet from the trail, the jungle is wild, dense- impenetrable. It smells like fungus and flowers, sweet and earthy. The ground is an uneven cross-weave of giant roots with big sinkholes of mud between the stitches. I feel like I’m inside the Tree of Souls thing in the movie Avatar, like the entire ecosystem itself is a sentient being, and it inhaled me into its lungs.
4:45- Level 9.5. I’m DYING. The gradient is getting steeper, it’s so muggy, and I literally am afraid I’m going to shit myself. I just squeezed my sphincter so tight I tripped.
5:00- Holy shit! We made it! We’re here! We’re here!!! We’re at the lookout looking out at Angel fucking Falls!! I can’t believe my eyes. My eyes can’t believe my eyes! It’s like it’s too big to see. Tree sits down close to the edge to take it all in, but I can’t get comfortable. A far less majestic part of nature is calling me.
5:05- I’m squatting around 50 feet away from the lookout, my ass hanging off the side of the trail, letting the demon go. Foul and fluorescent. Out, demon, out! Thank god I brought toilet paper. I cover it all up with leaves, say I’m sorry to the jungle for defiling it, and walk back to the lookout to properly enjoy the fruits of my labor.
5:30- Tree and I take pictures, but we know that there is no way for us to capture the glory and impossibility of it all. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking out at the tallest waterfall in the world, I feel a profound sense of awe, wonder, and humility.
 All of us humans are but a tiny part of an enormous context. We are one bright speck in a planet shimmering with awareness!!!
I feel the divine immanence of nature and I give myself up to it. I hand myself over to my mystical potential, to the possibility of surrendering to something much larger than my daily self, to transcending the boundaries of my temporal, shitting in the woods, mortal, worm food being!
5:45- Life is a waterfall: we’re one in the river, one again after the fall.
6:00– Damn it. The beast is back in my bowels. Code Red! I can’t go off into the jungle now either because the rest of the group has caught up. Tree and I decide to make our descent ahead of the group. There’s an abandoned camp with disgusting non-functional toilets at the base of the mountain that sound really good to me right now.
6:30- I’m at my breaking point. Human dignity is predicated on one thing and that is NOT SHITTING ONESELF. I think of Freud’s quote, “We are all born between shit and piss,” and about how shitting is a constant reminder that we are of the flesh and everyday dying and how strange it is that we are all so ashamed of it, how we deny it, how we long to transcend our bodies and never shit again.
6:45- And why aren’t animals ashamed of their poop? I’ll tell you why: it’s because they don’t sit around contemplating the meaning (or futility) of life relative to death.
7:00- Finally, at the bottom of the hike down, I explode in an abandoned camp toilet soiled with other people’s poop—the wrongest kind of all—and I can’t help but wonder how this is more dignified than going out in the open?
8:00- Camp! Finally! My fever is rising again so Tree helps me into some warm clothes. I pour a shot of rum, grab my book, and climb into my hammock for an hour rest while Tree sips his rum by the river.
9:00- Dinner time. Our guides roasted chicken for us on the open fire! I’m eating, and I don’t care what happens!
9:15- Dinner conversation is fantastic. We’re sitting with our Brazilian friends, Ivan and Anna, and our Polish friend, Sonia. Our new friends remark on how different we are–less arrogant, more informed–from how they expect Americans to be.  Tree and I both accredit our awareness to our travels, which prompts me to suggest the dissolution of all nation states, and wouldn’t it be great if we could be global citizens instead? The Brazilians, who are both biologists, think about it for a minute but then conclude that it’s impossible because people are hardwired to bond in groups. We need to find commonality on a social scale, even if it’s contrived, for the sake of survival. Ivan says that, instead, what he’d like to get rid of is religion, and too quickly we all agree!
10:00– Laying in my hammock, thinking about Angel Falls, the divine immanence I felt looking up at it and about humans need to bond, I realize that we had it all wrong. We can’t do away with religion.

“Religion” comes from the Latin religio, which means to bind together again. 

It’s the same linguistic root as ligament. Throughout the ages we have always sought connection with higher powers in the sky or beneath the earth, or with ancestors living in other realms, and we have also bonded with one another in spiritual fellowship. This longing to transcend our bodies–to transcend our shit–to feel connected to something bigger than self, will always be with us.

 But why not locate these feelings of worship and deference to the divine somewhere within the Earthly whole? Somewhere holy that is right here right now?

We are all connected going back to the beginning of the Cosmic Mystery.  I don’t understand it–the Spiritus Mundi–but this feeling of belonging to the Whole is nonetheless very immediate, and experienced, and known. It becomes a part of my fabric, the part that most deeply celebrates the fact that I am alive, the part that sustains me through discouragement and loss. 

Thank you Angel Falls- Stevie

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  1. awesome! that looks much better than Guatemala where I am currently stuck! Tree, I hope you never pretend to not know me.

  2. Miin and Niel, Made of Love says:

    you guys constantly amaze me. love love love your posts, so honest and funny and REAL! sucks that you had to go through all that poopfesting but if anyone can realise something important out of that, it's you guys! wowsers!

    enjoy the rest of your colombia trip, take a photo at salento for us, and make sure you give jon a hug on our behalf! (owner of la serrana!)


  3. Christopher Shinpaugh says:


    This post was Awesome!

    I can't believe tree "goes" in front of you…



  4. Brilliant! Thanks for being so genuine, true, and insightful. My wife and I will be starting our trip south from DC in the fall and your blog has provided plenty of knowledge and inspiration. Thanks for all the great info and stories!

  5. Timothy Iller says:

    Wow! Beautiful photos. I didn't even know this place existed, but it's on the to-do list now for sure. The natives had the right idea, feeling connected with and seeing everything as holy and treating it that way. Though I have to admit, sometimes it's hard for me to see the same beauty in my brothers and sisters of this world that I may see in Angel Falls. yes….religion is much better as a verb, rather than a noun. Great post. -Timothy

  6. mamatuyas says:

    "Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the Marvelous." – Bill Moyers

    And you do, all the time! What Awareness you both are developing! When you look back at all your adventures you will be happy, proud. Your amazing experiences, soaked with your amazing insights, give the painting all its color. And if you sometimes suffer, you become become deeper, Wise.

    I am so happy for you.

  7. Lisa Jacobi says:

    Please order or download "The Mission of Art" written by Alex Grey. I just finished it today. It makes sense out of what your soul is calling out to you. I am now going to re-read it because each sentence is packed with much depth and meaning.

    It puts cosmic order into the what feels like disorder and clears a path for those artists (visual, written, musical) who realize there is a deep spiritual essence to what we are driven to communicae to the world.

    It will be one of the best books you've read in a long time.


  8. Diane McGregor says:

    Loved this story – you are one amazing woman!

  9. Stevie Trujillo says:

    @Chad- Do I know you? Just kidding!!! Only Tree does that. So it looks like you and Luna are State bound. Are you playing any shows whle Tree and I are in LA? Go Pleasure Device!

    @Miin- Oh sweet girl! My kindred spirit, slow down! I so badly want us to catch up with you. Gonna have to trust the fates on this one. xo.

    @Shinpaugh- We're not actually into the shitting in front of each other thing. We're both pretty modest when it comes to #2. Let's just say that this "experience" was a glitch in the norm. Now that we're both "regular" again, I'm pretty sure that neither of us poop. And we like it that way. Love you Chris xo! See you in August.

    @Cesar- I'm happy to hear from you again! Your departure date is getting close. How exciting! Are you guys starting a blog? If so, give us the address please. We'd love to follow your adventure and chime in when we can be of service. Let us know if you have any questions. We're always happy to help.

    @Timothy- Yes! Put it on your list! You guys will love the town of Canaima, and they will love you. Keep spreading the love my friend.

    @Mamatuyas- Great quote. I'm going to store that one. I cannot wait to see you in August and even more so in Peru!!!! Talk about marvelous!

    @Lisa- Thank you so much. Sadly, I sat on my Kindle, but as soon as I replace it this August on our visit home, I will download it. I'm an avid reader and always appreciate great recommendations. Much love to you and Joe. I hope to meet you both someday soon!

    @Diane McGregor- Thank you!!!! Nothing makes me happier than sharing our experience and knowing that someone else gets something from it too. It's an exponential reward.

  10. "Holy Shit!" has never been more apropos.
    And I sit on my own Throne as this is typed and read 🙂

    Rock On
    Tree and Stevie and Kiki

  11. @VG- Ahhh!! Thank you for getting the 'Holy Shit! Angel Falls" title! The other alternates were:
    1) I want to believe in God: Angel Falls
    2) I want to believe in Shit: Angel Falls
    4) Thank god for shit: Angel Falls \
    5)We did it for you blog: Angel Falls

  12. Stevie, don't feel bad. Tree pretends not to know me all the time.

  13. Jene Fielder says:

    You are bigger then you may know,,your apart of all that is,,

  14. Monica Kelly says:

    aint nothin'bigger than you Stevie !

  15. Teri Hogan says:

    Wow, amazing Stevie! I hope you and Tree have recovered from the demon within! I quite honestly keep expecting a visit from "the Tourista" (lol) since I've been in Mexico for 3 weeks now, so far, so good!

  16. David Zimmerman says:

    Holy moly, Stevie! I knew you and TREE were full of S but that's ridiculous. "I'm comin' in hot!" had me rolling! Feel better and congrats on making it to the falls. Looks amazing.

  17. April Huneycutt says:

    Angel Falls wow!

  18. Cecilia Paredes says:

    woow wow wow..Son increibles ustedes dos…Los adoro con todo mi corazón! Ahora cuidense porfavor, mejorense y síguanse amando. Los quiero mucho! Les mando muchismo cariño desde Mi México Querido. Nos vemos pronto 🙂

  19. Carla Della Gatta says:

    So beautiful!

  20. OMG, what a trip! Hope you guys are feeling better. I give it to you for going through the trip being so sick. Good job. Cheers.

  21. Lorraine Chittock says:

    I hope you're taking some great self-portraits of the three of you with fantastic scenes in the background!!! 😉

  22. Anonymous says:

    That was a great recap Stevie. Thanks for sharing. I will post to my FB page.

  23. this place you guys went to is absolutely beautiful. Is it dangerous to get there? I would love to take Chris but she isn't going to want to go into any sketchy places.

  24. Anonymous says:


  25. Carol Hiller says:

    Wow! You guys are amazing. You guys show true love!

  26. @Julie- Thanks girl! I can't believe we actually made it. It was tough goin' but well worth the pain. xo.

    @Little Lava- We love you!!!!

    @Peter- It's difficult to get to, but not dangerous. You two should definitely go!!! Vale la pena.

  27. Emily Tarpley says:

    this is definately one to forward on to my grandma! what incredible friends we have!
    (and, im jealous. very very jealous)

  28. 1) Sitting in a cafe in Huaraz Peru full of very serious looking mountain climbers and cracking up uncontrollably. I'm getting looks. I don't care, the total honesty here is fantastic and hilarious.
    2)Starting to think you are both indestructible. Insane stamina/motivation/chutzpah/awesomeness in general.
    3)What an incredible conclusion, love this post.

  29. Ben Casados says:

    I read you adventurous trip to view Angel Falls. A kid asked us the question where is Angel falls. I thought you might be interested in our response"

    Where is Angel Falls?
    Linda Moig age l0 of Sioux Falls S.D

    Where is Angel Falls?
    James Angel was flying over the southeastern section of Venezuela. He was looking for Mount Auysaltepul among the rugged crests of the Sierra Paksaraima range. For there. an old prospector had told him. gold was to be found. Angel did not find any gold there. But he spied the silver white ribbon of a waterfall. He was not surprised For this was a region of high waterfalls. On the eastern slope of these mountains tumbles 2 000 n foot Kukenaam. At that time. Kukenaan was the highest know/waterfall in the world. Angel flew around to get a better view of his falls and returned to take photographs. This was. in 1935
    Later a party arrived to check the measurements of James Angels waterfall. It was found that. it topped Kukenaam by over a 1,000 feet. It drops from a sheer cliff for 1148 feet without a break.. Imagined The; first step: of this waterfall is a half a mile of water streaming straight down: From there it bounces off pocks to a. stream below. The entire height. of the silver‑white cataract is 3212feet.
    This giant of waterfalls is in a lonely part of the world. Much of the surrounding plateau is still unexplored. It is just north of the equator and tropical forests climb among the rugged mountain peaks Strange; birds flap their gaudy plumage among the thick trees. Brightly colored insects flutter in the sunlight. Monkeys. chatter from the foliage anteaters and peccaries root about‑ the forests floors. Pumas. jaguars and ocelots. watch with shining eyes. Dark vampire bats sleep. away the day waiting to pounce; in the night. Only a few. scattered Indians‑ live in the wild and dangerous territory.
    Angel Falls. is. fed. by the downpours of the rainy seasons. Torrento of the rain fall through the summer months from May to November. For half the year. the rocky crests of the Sierra Pakaraimarange are drenched in water. The giant cataract carries tons of this water to the stream at its feet. The stream runoff to join the Caroni river. The Caroni carries the water down the water down the slope from the plateau to the low plain of central Venazue1a. There it ambles along the Orinoco River basin.. Venezuela chief river system. The Caroni merges with the Orinoco just before that river empties its waters into the Atlantic Ocean.
    It would take almost 20 Niagara. Falls.. standing one on top of another to equal the height of Angel Falls. But Niagara need make no apologies. to the giant among cataracts. For the waters of Niagra are harnessed to generate useful electricity. It brings light and power to homes and factories. for miles around. Nor need the tumbling waters in the river at Sioux Falls: feel small. These waters too are harnessed too produce electricity for the homes and factories of busy people. Angel Falls is beautiful and maybe the biggest in the world. But it does not work for a living as do some of our old favorites.

  30. Kieran Kennedy says:

    Religion = to bind together. Yoga = Union/to join/yoke together. This whole business of uniting ourselves with the divine through our strivings is so beautiful. Our shitting bodies remind us how we are connected to the earth, to fertility, to the creative, and the divine. Logghorrea = the verbal equivalent of diahorrea: a beautiful outpouring of verbal "shit"…x marks the spot. Poop poop poop on the canvas of nature, reminding the great mother that we are still here, writing on her body, letting her know that we are here, breathing, eating, shitting, making love, and beholding all her wonders. Thanks for such a beautiful post and thanks for inspiring us all out here in the dark! Stevie & Tree forever!!! Poop on against the encroaching darkness.

  31. Hello!!
    I am originally from Venezuela, living here in Austin, I am glad you guys liked the trip the Angel Falls.
    I will be taking a trip from Austin to Venezuela in about 4 weeks

    here is my website: http://www.myonewayhome.com

    Good Luck

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