Another place that I have visited on a few occasions is the majestic Siffleur Falls. Located a relatively short distance from the town of Bobo Chirt, the Siffleur River winds down out of the mountains for many kilometers. Then it plunges down a cliff into a grand ravine.
The river was previously called (originally enough) The Mountain River up until May 19, 1841. On that day a man named Pierre Siffleur made history. It started out with beer (not Blue Beaver) with an old classmate at the saloon. It then turned into a series of dares that became increasingly extreme. Early that evening Pierre became the first human to survive a trip over the falls in a wooden barrel. Siffleur came out of his coma just long enough to speak his final words to his friend, "I win!", before expiring. To commemorate the mans incredible stupidity daring the town named the river after him.
In modern times, many people of all ages enjoy the hike out to Siffleur Falls during the summer months. Although there are barricades in place to prevent anyone from going over the falls, a lot of people take advantage of a natural rock formation that allows them to walk right under the falls. After the hike tourists flock to the town of Bobo Chirt which is world renown for it’s imported Venezuelan Beaver Cheese and Treadmill Beer. If you find yourself in the region I highly recommend you take the time to enjoy everything the Siffleur Falls area has to offer.
Give me a break, Ernie! Siffleur Falls doesn’t even sound like a real place. I mean, what do you take me for, some kinda Dipstick Poser?
Treadmill Beer. This sounds interesting