On Father’s day 2019, my wife convinced me to take a hike to Gunlock Falls in beautiful Southern Utah. I was reluctant because my children were visiting their Grandparents about 3500 miles away in Virginia.
To be perfectly honest I was completely content to be a hermit for the entire day. Head any of us known the events that were to transpire perhaps we would have chosen to do just that.
Gunlock falls is an incredibly beautiful state park in my local area. It contains a Ceres of waterfalls That have carved Away the sandstone rock My area is known for. It takes quite a bit of effort to get to the top of Gunlock falls for that reason I decided to wear my best pair of hiking boots. Customarily I am known as a very aware and somewhat paranoid person. I constantly check my surroundings to make sure my footing is near perfect before making my move. I calculated each foot position and hand position as I scaled up to the top of Gunlock mountain. My wife and our friends scurried around looking at the scenery as I continued my ascent to the top of the falls.
Carefully I observed the Water and its powerful nature. I was amazed at the site. Often when my area gets rain the water becomes extremely dangerous. This day was no exception as we had received a great deal of rain that week. Southern Utah rarely gets rain. So when it does rain the waterfalls become very rapid and dangerous. I was very aware of this.
I cautiously moved towards the waterfall to look over the edge. Just as I begin to approach the edge I lost my footing and I tumbled into the Raging Rapids. Within an instant, I was over the waterfall falling 75, feet and landed on a boulder below into the water. Soon as I hit the Boulder I found myself tumbling back into the water again near the spot where I previously found myself trekking up carefully and cautiously to the top.
I fought for my life as I knew I was heading towards another waterfall. My mind was calm my body was protected from the fall from 40 plus years of training the martial arts. Because of my training, I was able to fall properly preventing the deadly fall from killing me. Now I fought to get a grip on anything that would slow me down and avoid the 2nd fall. The next thing I know I was swooped into another 25' footfall and then rushed again into the raging rapids.
Somehow I was able to catch a small Boulder underneath the water and slow my descent. As did that I was able to pull myself to the side of the waterfall. Fortunately, I was able to stop myself before falling over yet another one That would have surely killed me.
I was prepared to die and I thought for sure that it was my time. My training in the martial arts saved my life from the 1st 75 footfalls and it enabled me to stay calm and focused. Clear-minded Yet I still embrace death unafraid and accepting.
After getting myself to what I thought was safety, I realized that I had inadvertently put myself on the wrong side of the rapids. By this point, my wife and friends were rushing down the mountain to try to save me. I now had to cross the rapids again to get to real safety. The trick was to cross without getting sucked down the 3rd waterfall.
This time I felt I had a slight advantage because I was perfectly aware that I was going into Rapids. I manage to map out a route and finally, I was able to make it across safely to my wife and friends. I escaped with just minor bruises and scrapes for that I give all the credit to my martial arts teachers and the hours and hours on the dojo floor training.
Many people have died on this waterfall. Gunlock Is dangerous as it continues to be open to the public. Despite the danger, one cannot blame those who wish to see The incredible Gunlock falls.