I know what you sickos want. "Oh, stop with the pretty birdies. Who cares about your stupid kayak tricks. The cute babies are borrringggg......GIVE US BLOOD!" Fine. I'll satisfy your putrid lust for violence. You people disgust me. Yesterday, we spent the morning on the Lower Trancura, hopelessly practicing in playholes. Afternoon, we went back to the Upper. Although the Upper has a good volume, approx 3500-4000 cfs, in parts it is very rocky - and those volcanic rocks tend to be pointy and sharp. Bruce flipped early on in Devil's Throat, swam and got worked over the rocks all the way to the bottom. He sustained a cut over the eye and a major shiner. Also, he re-injured a cut on his hand that he sewed up the day before. This morning he is not a happy puppy, so will stay home and chill. Bill and Janice are leaving us and going touring in Argentina. Barbara, Longs, and I are headed for the Fuy, Bridge-to Bridge run.
So- any more questions about why I wear that dorky looking facemask?
Happy Birthday Mom!
