Devil's cauldron waterfall where is located. The widest waterfall in the world - Gersoppa Falls

© Tamonnikov A., 2015

© Publishing House Eksmo LLC, 2015

A. Tamonikov

- Freeze! whispered Andryukha Fomin strangledly, and Oleg Nesterenko froze, clinging to the peeling wall of the boiler room.

Feelings were not the most cheerful. To other troubles, a cramp in the leg was added. She was crawling up her ankle and was already seriously bothering me.

- Why are you shaking your leg? Fomin hissed. “Don't forget that we have penetrated a secret facility, and if they spot us, they will put us against the wall. Freeze, I say, unfinished saboteur! ..

They stood motionless, merging with the wall. It was a quiet, windless night. The moon was covered with cirrus clouds, and its light faded. Only a pale shimmer spread around the area. Bare bushes floated out of the twilight, mountains of garbage, a holey lattice fence, beyond which a two-story "secret object" towered. Unlike the surrounding private houses, in this building light gleamed here and there behind the curtains. The town of Lyubavino, located at the junction of two restless eastern Ukrainian regions, slept peacefully.

“How romantic,” Oleg thought. - Night, boiler room, fence. Two days without shelling. Fate just spoils us."

In early February, it was somehow not hot, especially at night. However, the winter this year in Ukraine turned out to be strange. The snow hastened to melt back in January, and only in shady places in some places remained in the form of black hills. The temperature kept around zero around the clock. But still it was not summer, chilly winds were blowing, at times it was raining, turning into sleet.

There was a sharp cough. Two sentries with machine guns walked along the path along the fence. Both were silent, apparently, they had already spoken enough. They didn’t look around either, they walked a few meters from the “saboteurs” who had merged with the boiler room. And it is right. Do not waste your vigilance on trifles. The object is not so important.

- Shall we remove the loafers? Fomin whispered when the submachine gunners retired to a safe distance.

He trembled in a strange way. Looking closely, Oleg found that his comrade was choking on laughter, holding himself back by force. Nesterenko also felt some kind of spasm in his throat.

"What am I doing here? thought Oleg. - Okay, Andryukha Fomin - moved to the whole tower, an adventurer, drinks three hundred cognac - and the sea is knee-deep, but where am I? Do not be a fool, serious man, common sense sometimes flashes.

- All right, let them live, - the comrade refused the idea. “We’re moving forward, we’re keeping a close watch.

The sentries turned a corner and disappeared from view.

“Let’s go,” Fomin said and pulled himself away from the wall.

- And without it in any way? - Oleg that night was a living collection of doubts and contradictions.

- Alas, my friend, it is obligatory for execution. Come on, it's not the worst thing, it's been worse in battle.

Two dark silhouettes slipped around the corner, passed the fence, picturesquely torn open by the September shelling, and hurried to the back porch. Nobody caught them. The district hospital, temporarily equipped as a hospital, slept peacefully. The door was open, Nesterenko and Fomin went into a narrow unlit vestibule.

Andrey cursed, trying to light the lantern, eventually despaired of coping with it and declared:

- The devil! .. Whatever is done, everything is in China.

Oleg turned on the flashlight on his cell phone. A heavy door creaked, from the black corridor there was a smell of carbolic acid and something else suffocating, incomprehensible and unpleasant. The patient rooms were in the adjacent wing. One could imagine what smells were walking there, in the realm of shrapnel and bullet wounds, amputated limbs and similar benefits for medical students.

“Guys, you smell like death here,” Fomin muttered, pinching his nose. - Go ahead, Olezhka, happiness is nearby, to the right along the corridor.

They crept to the corner, turned. To the right stretched another corridor with economical lighting and other attributes of a provincial district hospital. All around is calm.

In principle, it is understandable. A suspicious lull reigns at the front for several days, there are neither wounded nor killed. Mouse fuss is observed on both sides of the dividing line, the warring parties are preparing for something.

At the table, recessed into a niche, someone muttered in a muffled voice. A chair creaked, moving away, and a grunt was heard. The comrades retreated into the corridor, hiding in an unlit area. Something fell in the niche, the woman cursed muffledly, a drawer creaked.

“Come out, you horned monster!” Fomin whispered in a deep voice.

Oleg chuckled, but managed to shut his mouth. He himself began to become infected with this senseless adventure. Since we are alive, the nerves can tickle not only in war. Okay, let's figure it out. As they say, it is doubly tastier if it is impossible at night! And in general, all garbage compared to the world Maidan!

The wing attendant - a clumsy, thick person - left the post and, limping, moved along the corridor. Thank God it's on the other side! The shuffling subsided. Two shadows rushed in the same direction, turned into a dead-end branch of the corridor, entered the room in which the light was not on. Fomin closed the valve behind him.

And here it is - a quiet "family" happiness! The two nurses on duty were languishing in anticipation. The curtains were drawn tightly, the couches in different corners were covered with bedspreads for decorum. The girls are nothing, especially the blond one, with a stunning bust and a playful twinkle in her green eyes.

– And here we are! - Fomin announced joyfully, putting the package on the table. - Waiting, girls?

- What do you have there, Andryusha? asked the laughing brunette Olesya, stealthily glancing at Fomin's companion. - As always - a bottle of vodka and a gun?

The visitors were drunk - in a sober state, Nesterenko would not have signed up for such an adventure - but in the most measure. They looked quite decent. Both are in smart camouflage, polished boots, with holsters on their belts. Broad-shouldered, thick-boned Fomin, beaming with a good-natured smile. Wiry, with a dashing officer bearing Nesterenko. Both are young, a little over thirty, dandies, real hussars.

- Good boys! - with undisguised admiration held out the blonde Oksana.

She frantically shifted her eyes from one to the other and seemed to be in confusion: who to choose ?!

- We are like that. Fomin smiled. - Modest, charming, magnificent. Well, girls, will we blink our eyes? Set the table, sit down, as they say, celebrate our wonderful meeting. He slammed a bottle of Dagestan cognac on the table.

The girls immediately hissed, pressing their fingers to their lips.

Guys, don't make noise! What are you? .. – said the blonde.

- This is the staff room, there will be no doctors until the morning if nothing happens. There is good soundproofing, but still no need to shout. If Marya Pavlovna finds out that we have guests, this will begin! .. - the brunette said.

“We need to drink,” Nesterenko firmly decided. - But something is missing. Otherwise, do not be liberated."

Such behavior was not in his style, unlike Fomin, a classmate at the Kharkov school, a well-known walker for women and a drinker, of course, in his spare time. Oleg rented a room on Gagarinskaya Street, a stone's throw from the unit. The hostess was a pretty thirty-year-old woman, Dasha Vorontsova, a widow, mother beyond her years of the thoughtful seven-year-old Minka. Recently, in his relationship with the hostess, there have been some interesting developments.

Dasha was a shy and delicate woman, she did not throw firewood into the firebox. Oleg also did not run ahead of the locomotive. But something interesting still happened when they were alone. Today Dasha was on duty at night, a neighbor took the child.

A smiling Fomin appeared. Friends have issued a small bottle of cognac. The service endured, tomorrow was promised a day off. They sat well, out of nowhere a second bottle appeared.

If it seems to you that all the mysteries of nature have already been solved and the world has become boring, then you are deeply mistaken. The waterfalls of the Devil's Cauldron, for example, have puzzled and continue to puzzle generations of geologists and travelers.

At the northern shore of Lake Superior, the Brühl River, which flows into it, bifurcates because of a rock in its path. One stream then descends two stone "steps" and falls into the lake, as a waterfall should, and the second falls into a deep crevice and disappears - it seems that forever.

This second stream, swallowed by the "Devil's Cauldron", causes general bewilderment and is very popular with tourists. No one has any idea where this water goes. The most popular version is that somewhere under Lake Superior there is a way out. However, for many years, scientists have tried to prove it by tinting falling into the “cauldron” water, throwing ping-pong balls and even logs, and then watching the lake - to no avail.

When geologists joined the study of the Devil's Cauldron, only more mysteries became. Just imagine how much water pours into this giant hole every minute. Underwater rivers are quite rare. Such deep caves are formed only in such soft rocks as limestone. And the mountains of Northern Minnesota are composed of much denser volcanic rocks - rhyolite and basalt.

Tectonic processes sometimes lead to the crushing of underground layers of stone, and in such places water can seep. But, unfortunately, no faults were found in the vicinity of the waterfall in question. And even if they were, water could hardly seep into the Brühl in a way that could not be tracked.

In addition, after storms, huge stones and whole trees often fall into the “cauldron”. If there really existed some kind of natural drainage system (gravel cushion), then at some point there would certainly have been a “blockage”.

There is another version - that millions of years ago, under the waterfalls in lava, under a layer of basalt, a hollow pipe could form. According to this theory, the falling water eventually made a hole in the rhyolite layer and reached this ancient pipe, thus obtaining a direct outlet to Lake Superior.

The problem with this version, again, is that lava tubes form in places where lava flows down the slopes of volcanoes, and local basalt is a huge flat rock strata in places where lava burst out of the ground and spread evenly over the surface. In addition, when hundreds of local basalt formations were examined, no lava tubes were found.

So where do all these tons of water go? For now, this mystery remains unsolved.

Perhaps after watching this video, you can put forward your version:

  • Height: 100 meters;
  • Number of cascades: 3;
  • Visit cost: for free;
  • Visit time: around the clock.

is a country extremely rich in interesting sights. Perhaps one of the most amazing is the waterfall "Devil's Cauldron". This natural phenomenon was found a long time ago, but is still full of mysteries that local and visiting geologists have not been able to solve.

The Secret of the Devil's Cauldron

The waterfall attracts travelers with its beauty and unusual nature; it allows you to look at yourself not only from the outside, but also from the inside. The feeling that a tourist experiences when he finds himself between a black rock and an endless stream of water is incomparable to any attraction. Geologists come here to try to get at least one step closer to unraveling the waterfall.

The "Devil's Cauldron" in Ecuador puzzles everyone with the fact that on the northern shore it has Lake Superior, into which the Brühl River flows. She made her way through the rocks, after which she split into two streams and picturesquely descends the stone steps. One of the streams flows into the lake, and the second into a crevice and its further path is hidden from the eyes of geologists, tourists and travelers. Multiple studies and attempts to find where the tones of water still go have not been successful. This fact is fascinating, because everything points to the fact that the water from the "Devil's Falls" disappears forever. This feature is contrary to all natural laws, because water has only a few options for “escape”: one of them is deep caves that can only form in soft rocks (for example, limestone), the second is the crushing of underground layers of stone through which it can seep water. But only both circumstances have nothing to do with the "Devil's Cauldron", because the mountains where the waterfall is located consist of dense volcanic rocks and faults are also not observed. Therefore, the "path" of water is shrouded in mystery.

In the center of the "cauldron"

The waterfall, of course, looks bewitching, but tourists come to this place by no means, not to admire the flowing tones of water, but to visit the very center of the bubbling cauldron. They hurry up the steep stone stairs and find themselves on the back side of the waterfall. After passing through the tunnel and being inside, it becomes possible to touch the waterfall with your hand.

Where is the Devil's Cauldron Falls located?

The waterfall is located in , its exact coordinates are: latitude 1°27′56″S, longitude 78°23′50″W. You can get to it by a sightseeing trip, during which you can learn a lot of interesting things about the volcano and the amazing nature of this area. If you want to visit the volcano on your own transport, then it will be quite simple. The "Devil's Punch" is such a popular attraction that all the roads that lead to it are "decorated" along the roadsides with signs leading to the waterfall itself.


Alexander Tamonikov

devil's cauldron

© Tamonnikov A., 2015

© Publishing House Eksmo LLC, 2015

A. Tamonikov

- Freeze! whispered Andryukha Fomin strangledly, and Oleg Nesterenko froze, clinging to the peeling wall of the boiler room.

Feelings were not the most cheerful. To other troubles, a cramp in the leg was added. She was crawling up her ankle and was already seriously bothering me.

- Why are you shaking your leg? Fomin hissed. “Don't forget that we have penetrated a secret facility, and if they spot us, they will put us against the wall. Freeze, I say, unfinished saboteur! ..

They stood motionless, merging with the wall. It was a quiet, windless night. The moon was covered with cirrus clouds, and its light faded. Only a pale shimmer spread around the area. Bare bushes floated out of the twilight, mountains of garbage, a holey lattice fence, beyond which a two-story "secret object" towered. Unlike the surrounding private houses, in this building light gleamed here and there behind the curtains. The town of Lyubavino, located at the junction of two restless eastern Ukrainian regions, slept peacefully.

“How romantic,” Oleg thought. - Night, boiler room, fence. Two days without shelling. Fate just spoils us."

In early February, it was somehow not hot, especially at night. However, the winter this year in Ukraine turned out to be strange. The snow hastened to melt back in January, and only in shady places in some places remained in the form of black hills. The temperature kept around zero around the clock. But still it was not summer, chilly winds were blowing, at times it was raining, turning into sleet.

There was a sharp cough. Two sentries with machine guns walked along the path along the fence. Both were silent, apparently, they had already spoken enough. They didn’t look around either, they walked a few meters from the “saboteurs” who had merged with the boiler room. And it is right. Do not waste your vigilance on trifles. The object is not so important.

- Shall we remove the loafers? Fomin whispered when the submachine gunners retired to a safe distance.

He trembled in a strange way. Looking closely, Oleg found that his comrade was choking on laughter, holding himself back by force. Nesterenko also felt some kind of spasm in his throat.

"What am I doing here? thought Oleg. - Okay, Andryukha Fomin - moved to the whole tower, an adventurer, drinks three hundred cognac - and the sea is knee-deep, but where am I? Do not be a fool, serious man, common sense sometimes flashes.

- All right, let them live, - the comrade refused the idea. “We’re moving forward, we’re keeping a close watch.

The sentries turned a corner and disappeared from view.

“Let’s go,” Fomin said and pulled himself away from the wall.

- And without it in any way? - Oleg that night was a living collection of doubts and contradictions.

- Alas, my friend, it is obligatory for execution. Come on, it's not the worst thing, it's been worse in battle.

Two dark silhouettes slipped around the corner, passed the fence, picturesquely torn open by the September shelling, and hurried to the back porch. Nobody caught them. The district hospital, temporarily equipped as a hospital, slept peacefully. The door was open, Nesterenko and Fomin went into a narrow unlit vestibule.

Andrey cursed, trying to light the lantern, eventually despaired of coping with it and declared:

- The devil! .. Whatever is done, everything is in China.

Oleg turned on the flashlight on his cell phone. A heavy door creaked, from the black corridor there was a smell of carbolic acid and something else suffocating, incomprehensible and unpleasant. The patient rooms were in the adjacent wing. One could imagine what smells were walking there, in the realm of shrapnel and bullet wounds, amputated limbs and similar benefits for medical students.

“Guys, you smell like death here,” Fomin muttered, pinching his nose. - Go ahead, Olezhka, happiness is nearby, to the right along the corridor.

They crept to the corner, turned. To the right stretched another corridor with economical lighting and other attributes of a provincial district hospital. All around is calm.

In principle, it is understandable. A suspicious lull reigns at the front for several days, there are neither wounded nor killed. Mouse fuss is observed on both sides of the dividing line, the warring parties are preparing for something.

At the table, recessed into a niche, someone muttered in a muffled voice. A chair creaked, moving away, and a grunt was heard. The comrades retreated into the corridor, hiding in an unlit area. Something fell in the niche, the woman cursed muffledly, a drawer creaked.


If it seems to you that all the mysteries of nature have already been solved and the world has become boring, then you are deeply mistaken. The waterfalls of the "Devil's Cauldron" (on the border of the US and Canada), for example, have puzzled and continue to puzzle many generations of geologists and travelers.

At the northern shore of Lake Superior, the Brühl River, which flows into it, bifurcates because of a rock in its path. One stream then descends two stone "steps" and falls into the lake, as a waterfall should, and the second falls into a deep crevice and disappears - it seems that forever.

This second stream, swallowed by the "Devil's Cauldron", causes general bewilderment and is very popular with tourists. No one has any idea where this water goes. The most popular version is that somewhere under Lake Superior there is a way out. However, over the years, scientists have tried to prove it by coloring the water falling into the "cauldron", throwing ping-pong balls and even logs, and then watching the lake - to no avail.

When geologists joined the study of the Devil's Cauldron, only more mysteries became. Just imagine how much water pours into this giant hole every minute. Underwater rivers are quite rare. Such deep caves are formed only in such soft rocks as limestone. And the mountains of Northern Minnesota are composed of much denser volcanic rocks - rhyolite and basalt.

Tectonic processes sometimes lead to the crushing of underground layers of stone, and in such places water can seep. But, unfortunately, no faults were found in the vicinity of the waterfall in question. And even if they were, water could hardly seep into the Brühl in a way that could not be tracked.

In addition, after storms, huge stones and whole trees often fall into the “cauldron”. If there really existed some kind of natural drainage system (gravel cushion), then at some point there would certainly have been a “blockage”.

There is another version - that millions of years ago, under the waterfalls in lava, under a layer of basalt, a hollow pipe could form. According to this theory, the falling water eventually made a hole in the rhyolite layer and reached this ancient pipe, thus obtaining a direct outlet to Lake Superior.

The problem with this version, again, is that lava tubes form in places where lava flows down the slopes of volcanoes, and local basalt is a huge flat rock strata in places where lava burst out of the ground and spread evenly over the surface. In addition, when hundreds of local basalt formations were examined, no lava tubes were found.

So where do all these tons of water go? For now, this mystery remains unsolved.

Perhaps after watching this video, you can put forward your version: