Yesterday evening, my 14 year old nephew and my 11 year old son wanted to go out before dinner. They asked everyone in the house to give them a ride. Each person kept sending them away and told them to ask someone else. Including myself. Finally I asked where it was they wanted to go.
My nephew talked about a place just up the road called Eagle River. He mentioned pools of water and cliff diving. I decided that it sounded kind of neat, and I really didn’t know what kind of cliffs a young boy would imagine. Next thing I knew, I was driving four children for a quick dip before dinner. I’m glad my wife came along as well to help look after the kids.
My nephew directed me towards the location that we could take the vehicle to. The river run directly under Highway 101 on the outskirts of Powell River. As you walk down, you can see the water running off and forming a large pool. The cutouts in the rocks almost made it look like old Aztec ruins. Then you round the corner and the views continue to be amazing.
There was only a few guys on the far end. I went over and took a look. One guy was doing backflips off the waterfall into a pool of water below. I was most impressed. These were definitely cliffs and it was definitely not something I was about to attempt or let the children who were with me attempt. That was a young man’s adventure. I’ve been cliff diving before, but didn’t want to encourage the small ones to try it.
So we stayed in the first pool of water. By one edge it was fairly deep, so the two oldest did their version of cliff jumping about ten feet up from the water. Even though it wasn’t nearly as high up, the kids still had a bit of fear in them as they teetered before the first jump.
If we return next summer, this is going to be a place we hit for longer than an hour. It was secluded and essentially empty. The water was clear with a jade hue, but clean nonetheless. Sometimes taking the time to listen to a kid can lead us on a great adventure. Eagle River was exactly that.