After our source to sea Pacuare adventure, Bradford and I decided that Ben and Pat would want to adventure back to Turrialba, so we would move on and return later. We headed to San Isidro de General to check out what that place had going on.
After a sweet excursion in San Jose involving a very bonita tica girl name Veronica, (you may have talked to her if you called Scotiabank for customer service. She is required to say that her name is Amy Sanchez, and she prentends to be from the US.) we found ourselves in a sweet hotel in San Isidro. Veronica´s grandmother hung up on us when we tried to call her, so we had an uneventful night.
The next morning, we were off to rio Chirripo Pacifico. We thought the intense class V and VI section would suit us so we put in. The technical difficulty wasn´t surprising, but the arduous, sugarcane hacking scouts with other multiple hazards made us want to run rapids that were not suitable for running. A while later, we were back on the road pulling wasps out of our hair... All of our hair! We hitched a ride with Rodger to the lower put in and bumped down a couple miles of junky read and run Class IV which brought us to the 1 mile hike back to the main road where we scored another free ride back to San Isidro.
Early the next morning which happened to be christmas, we woke up and got a ride to the town of Savegre Abaho which was high, and near the source of Rio Division. Low water made it a little chunky, but we found several miles of class IV boulder drops of the highest quality. We made it down the Division to the Savegre to within about 6 miles of the ocean that night. It was a good way to spend Christmas.
The next morning, we made the trip to the mighty Pacific Ocean, where we planned to make the 8 hour paddle to Quepos to save some money. After getting thrashed in multiple overhead waves trying to get past the surf, we were a bit discouraged and we only made it a couple hours before I got seasick and needed to call it a night. We were nearly out of water when I remembered being sold pipas at the beach last year. we got out the machete and went in search of some young coconuts!
This morning, we woke up after a very wet rainy night and got on the ocean bright and early. Several hours later, I was very seasick and we finally made it to Manuel Antonio beach where Bradford and I spent the next 3 hours trying to hitch a ride to Quepos because we were sick of the ocean. After an incredible lack of success, we turned down an 8 dollar taxi ride, and paddled two hours on the ocean to Quepos.
Once in Quepos, we found that our meeting point hostel for Ben and Pat had no vacancy. Bradford sat with the boats while I checked prices on hotels. When I returned, I had had a huge double take when I saw a Giant Red Rocket of a boat and Ben sitting with Bradford on the side of the street. After the great reunion, we set out to the hotel, and here we are. We plan to run the Naranjo with our new friend we met on the beach named Kanutto tomorrow. Hasta Lluego for now!!
-Casey
1 comment:
Sounds like a great Christmas. Looks like you are having fun. The beans make you sea sick.
Have fun!
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