We encountered little whitewater until our arrival at Carrizal Rapid, just short of K.190. A landslide had recently dumped into this rapid, raising its difficulty from Class III-IV to Class IV (or harder). The rapid reminded me of Shapalmonte, with a long upper stretch of randomly scattered rocks, followed by a sharp drop and a right turn as the river ran up against a wall.
Pedro at the drop, up against the far wall. Note the dirt clinging to the cliff – a remainder of the landslide
CJ follows Pedro’s line
Britt, just after running the drop
Britt and Barba, on the turn
At the mouth of the Quebrada Maenchaca, on river-right. We visited a farm located just upstream, finding ripe mangos fallen to the ground.
Farm house. Only three piglets were at home.
Mango trees. New leaves are red.
Under the mango, outside sleeping quarters
Corn field and mango trees, looking up-canyon
Corn field and mango trees, looking down-canyon
Mango tree, with a fruit-gathering wooden tool hanging on a branch
Karl, for scale, against a big mango tree. Mangos lay scattered on the ground. You can simply pick them up, brush them off, and gobble them down. Deelish! Downstream view to the river.
My mango-stained beard. Why is my shirt buttoned at the neck, with the collar up? You guessed it – the damnable biting flies!
Large wall, downstream view
Chagual is seen in the above map. Here, the Upper Grand Canyon/Inner Gorge section ends, and the Central Grand Canyon section begins.
We arrived at the small town of Chagual, and walked over to the Hostal El Amigo “Kevin”, a modest enough place, where some of us rented rooms (“Camp# 11”). We enjoyed luke-warm showers, and were able to get our clothes washed. Kathy and I were provided a fan, which helped out a lot at night. Chagual was a hot town.
Chagual sign, as seen from the river
Chagual. Truck, with Che and “Hasta La Victoria Final”.
Chagual. Bar and restaurant Yessenia.
Chagual main street
Chagual. Hostal El Amigo “Kevin”.
CJ sews up Britt’s pants, ripped when an oar handle caught in his pocket
The first 11 days of the trip had been hard on our clothes. I had ripped-out the crotch and further destroyed one pair of pants, and was in the process of doing same to my two remaining pairs. I was directed to a lady who owned a small store just up the road, which included an “Internet Cafe” (a couple of computers stuck into a narrow space, where Barba spent much time online) and who also had a sewing machine. I talked her into doing some sewing for me, and she skillfully reinforced and repaired those two pairs of pants, at the cost of $10. CJ had said that Vicks Vaporub was good for itching insect bites, and I bought some of it at the store, as well. We ate dinner at a restaurant just a few steps down the road from the hostal.
CJ’s banner, at the hostal
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