"'Remember what Bilbo used to say: It's a dangerous buisness, Frodo, going out your door, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.'"
-J.R.R. Tolkien

Thursday, December 31, 2009

We are about 4 hours different (from Mountain Time Zone) ... so it is now 5:20 pm.
After we got in at about 2:00 pm on the 28th, we ate lunch and ran a section of the river. Thankfully they have Little Heroes (my boat), and I have all my gear, so I was as comfortable running a new river as I was going to be. The first day was sketchy, to say the least. I had to relearn how to paddle (well) and blindly run rapids. There are some others here though, who are about my level though, so we were able to be in a group together. The main difference (besides completely new rapids) is the coldness. It's FREEZING!! And it was raining. If we were anywhere but Chile, I'd describe the conditions as close to miserable. But there's a price you pay for the amazing levels and colors of surrounding green. It is so beautiful. The few moments when the sun has come out, it has been amazing.
Unfortunately, those of us who got out early had a mishap. We diligantly tied up all the boats and made sure they could not move at all on the rack. We were going down this one-car wide bumpy, windey road to go pick up the others, when we noticed the side boats were falling off. After immediately moving over to the side of the road we noticed that of the 5 boats we were supposed to have, we only had 4. One of the kids says "oh...it's the blue Diesel" so we leave 2 kids with the boats and re-trace the road looking for the blue Diesel. We cannot find it. On our way back, we catch up to Kenneth (with the van, looking for us, after leaving the other kids at the take out (with another instructor). We pick up our kids (we'd passed the turn-off for home as well) and get the others, and some of the adults take off in the truck looking for the blue Diesel. They do not find it either. The next day, we have a lesson on tying down boats on any and all crafts, and we attempt to move on and accept that we really screwed up.

Then, the next day, we were running the same section of the river when we got to our initial take out place. They found the boat, where we first tied it up. And it was not blue, but green. So life is good now.
The first evening I joined a group of adults staying here, also, with Tom and Debbie and walked down to town. It was incredible. We took various shortcuts (lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my) we ended up at the top of the cemetery, overlooking the town. The cemetery was beautiful, and the view was incredible, we could only imagine (as we don't actually know) what the view would be like without clouds. (I will add pictures later.)
P.S. Later...I think it worked!! (The pictures)

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"'But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have just landed in them, usually - their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on - and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end.'"
-Sam
--Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien