"It's sweet," Karl Moser cried out, referring to the view stretching out below him. Douglas Fir trees clung to volcanic soil, mist floated up from the pool at the base of the 75-foot waterfall and Trip Jennings paddled toward the lip. Moser hung from a carabineer, connected to half-inch thick steel cable just feet above the lip of Oregon's Koosah Falls. He dangled from his harness and peered through the viewfinder of his video camera, palms, no doubt, covered in a film of sweat.

"I'm a boater, not a climber. This is the second weekend in a row I've had to dangle from some ungodly contraption so I can shoot video of Trip hucking his meat off some ridiculous waterfall," Moser said.

The week prior Jennings completed the second descent of Metlako Falls, disputed to be the highest waterfall to ever be run clean in a kayak. Koosah is the second drop in the Oregon Triple Crown, the three Oregon waterfalls that each once held the honor of being the highest waterfall run in a kayak. The last drop, Sahali, is just upstream of Koosah and at between 75 and 80 feet, a similar height. These waterfalls have brought EP an opportunity to practice their "from the lip" shot, their newest approach to filming the waterfalls and waves they chase around the world. Koosah's the first time they actually pulled off the angle.

"It takes a lot of work and time to set up," Jennings said.

"This is the second weekend in a row I've had to dangle from some ungodly contraption so I can shoot video of Trip hucking his meat off some ridiculous waterfall..."

The crew fastened the steel cable around two stouts trees, one on each side of the river. Jennings, clad in boating gear, wrapped the cable loosely around his arm and ferried across the McKenzie. Not 200 yards below him, the lip of Koosah pulsed while Moser spooled out the reel of cable from one bank and Jennings stroked hard for the other.

"That was scary," Jennings said as he crawled out his boat on the far side of the river. "Turns out, it's not a light piece of steel."

Once the cable was set up, Moser was belayed across it from shore. His feet dangled close enough to the water that his socks were wet by the time he got down from the steel lifeline. Jennings, who at this point had ferried back across the river, was eddied out above the waterfall. He was moments away from again committing himself to his belief that his skills and mindset were where they need to be to be to run a drop the caliber of Koosah.