First Descent of the Huallaga. Trip Report, Part 2
The next morning, after a quality cream of wheat breakfast (aka prison food), we began packing our Tupperwear containers. Most of us still had 12 days of food to cram back in, except for the lucky person who won the Rock Scissors Paper battle the night before. We decided to risk it all and play Rock Scissors Paper to see whose kayak we would eat from that night. So the lucky vector got to lose 6 shares of their 12-share food allotment which equated to less weight and more space in their kayak.Getting your kayak gear on, in most of Peru, is a rewarding feeling. For me it’s mostly the fact that I’m donning my “Sand Fly Armor”. It’s great to know those pesky biting bugs can’t get to your skin anymore. With our kayaks loaded to the rim and the sand fly armor on, we began to paddle toward the Chock Stone Gorge and our fear of the potentially un-navigable, walled in gorge that could force us into an epic multi-day portage. We continued to run incredible Class V whitewater in a towering canyon that was already many thousands of feet deep. There’s the saying “don’t look down” when you’re uncomfortably high in the air. Well, in the Peruvian canyons I say “don’t look up” for the same reasons. Our Huallaga adventure was now in full swing as we soon found ourselves watching the “young buck” of the trip, Nate Klema, running the stout rapids leading into the Chock Stone Gorge. It was nine in the morning on our second day and we were at the beginning of the last un-run, major tributary to the Amazon.