The Call of the Wild Rapids

The Tully River, a name that resonates with the echoes of adventure and the promise of adrenaline. As a former extreme sports athlete, I’ve chased thrills across the globe, but the allure of the Tully’s Grade 4/5 rapids was irresistible. Nestled in the heart of a stunning rainforest gorge, this river is a siren call to those who crave the rush of white water and the challenge of nature’s raw power.

Our journey began with a bus ride, a seemingly mundane start to what would become an unforgettable day. Evie, our bus driver, was not just a driver but a photographer, capturing the anticipation and excitement that buzzed through the group. Christian, our guide for the briefing, added a touch of humor to the mix, though his jokes were hit or miss. But it was Steve, our rafting guide, who truly set the tone for the day. His expertise and charisma turned a group of strangers into a cohesive team, ready to tackle the rapids ahead.

The Tully River is a beast, its waters swirling and surging over granite boulders, framed by towering trees and thick rainforest. As we navigated the rapids, there were moments of sheer exhilaration, punctuated by the occasional “oh sh*t” as we plunged into the frothy chaos. Yet, amidst the adrenaline, there were also moments of calm, where we floated gently, taking in the breathtaking beauty of the gorge.

The Thrill of the Rapids

The rapids of the Tully River are not for the faint-hearted. Each twist and turn brought new challenges, demanding teamwork and quick reflexes. Steve, our guide, was a master of his craft, steering us through the tumultuous waters with precision and skill. His ability to teach us to paddle in Korean was an unexpected bonus, adding an educational twist to our adventure.

The camaraderie among our group was palpable. We were a mix of couples and adventurous souls from South Korea, united by the thrill of the rapids. Laughter echoed across the water as we shared stories and banter, each rapid conquered adding to our collective sense of achievement.

But the river was not without its hazards. The March flies were relentless, a persistent nuisance that could only be mitigated by wearing the bright yellow gear provided. And then there was the high rock jump, a test of courage that I couldn’t resist. The leap was exhilarating, but it served as a reminder of the river’s unpredictability when one of our group suffered a perforated eardrum. The guides were quick to respond, ensuring her comfort and safety, a testament to their professionalism and care.

A Day to Remember

As the day drew to a close, we gathered for a well-deserved pub dinner, sharing stories of our adventure and reliving the highlights of the day. The Tully River had delivered on its promise of thrills and excitement, leaving us with memories that would last a lifetime.

Reflecting on the experience, I was reminded of why I continue to seek out these adventures. The rush of adrenaline, the beauty of nature, and the bonds formed with fellow thrill-seekers are what drive me to explore the world’s most challenging terrains. The Tully River is a testament to the power of nature and the spirit of adventure, a place where the wild and the wonderful collide.

For those who dare to answer the call of the Tully, be prepared for a day of heart-pounding excitement and unforgettable memories. And remember, when the March flies are out, wear the yellow gear and embrace the adventure that awaits. Tully River Rafting