Sutherland FallsThe Sutherland Falls
Experience Sutherland Falls
Strong night rains followed by sunshine provide ideal hiking on the Milford Track in Fiordland National Park. We stay two overnights in Clinton and Mintaro Huts and the McKinnon Pass under our seatbelts to reach the Quintin Hut in good hurry for a take. There is no need to hang around, as we know from a tempting glance back then that the Sutherland Falls are full of pumps.
At first the cases appear as a glittering view through the tree. When we get closer, a quiet rumbling turns into a shouting until we are finally faced with its full altitude as it falls in three steps in jumps of 249. There is a roadshield a little more than half a kilometer away from the waterfalls, indicating that we are now as near to them as they are high, but we can already sense that they will devour us with their being there.
Not the most distinguished pictures of tourists I have seen of this place, in contrast, the cascade on my trip probably surges 10 fold its regular river. I' m trying to take pictures, but the objective becomes opac as soon as I take off the cover. Awesome, I see how other walkers come and go, but not able to endure more than a min under this cloak of hammering power.
They' re screaming and running back. I' m trying to get some close-ups before I join them. Viewed from below, it seems to have its origin in the mountain peaks. A vigorous young cadastrarian on the Milford Tracks, William Quill, was the first to find out when he alone ascended Sutherland Falls on Sunday, March 9, 1890.
On the east (or right) side he climbs past the first jump to get trapped in dense undergrowth on the ever more perpendicular hillside and had to drag himself uphill for hour after hour. The second jump he was resting on the grass rack and anticipating what was ahead of him, a pure verticality up the slippery rocks of Granit.
Later, he wrote: "A calm palm and a powerful vein were all that kept me from sliding down the vertical rocks and falling to bits. Quill then visited the small abyss of the 100 m long run and put up a banner on the other side. "With great power and speed the waters rush through this abyss and make a horrible sound - and about ten meters before the end it hits a wall of rocks to make a rather sweeping jump into the sky to vanish over the rim of the crag.
" At the top of the dam he spotted, it was later renamed shores Quill, after the young thrill-seeker who lost his live just a year later in another exploration to find a way across the Gertrude saddle. On the way back, some walkers on the way up past me on the cliff.