Sunny, long days on the river were complemented most days by breathtaking hikes into side canyons and sometimes up ancient stone walls.
Options are a good thing. With four duckies and four oar rigs, we had the opportunity to switch our method of transportation. Floating low and slow with Mikey.
And there were rapids. Oh, were there rapids! Ted and his minions, taking the fun line right through Hance.,
Your’s truly, learning to row. I took the oars on the second day and piloted our vessel through the roaring twenties. Trial by fire!
How many people can fit on a ducky? I bet we could have squeezed in one more…
I got the Mat-Cat-Ameboa blues!!!
After a good day on the water and some hiking around camp, we’d usually kickback telling stories and drinking beer. The river life is the life for me.
It’s time to start permit-strategizing! Can’t wait to go back!