Huckin' Meat, by Conner

It's been some time since I shared about our bread-scapades, and in that time we have been up to some rather amusing shenanigans, most notably hucking our meat. We were also shredding gnar on the Fuy, the Enco, the Trancura and the San Pedro, just to name a few. Almost everything has been rather big, person-sized waves, rhinoceros-eating holes, with one or two 30 foot drops thrown in for good measure. No big deal.

The stretch of the upper San Pedro was probably the most difficult stretch of river that I have done to date. I managed to survive some very mondo features, some very hungry whirlpools, and "El Reloj," my first Class IV. After some more rad river running, we found ourselves in Radal National Park, home of the fabled Siete Tazas (7 Teacups). After a rather stunning deck sampling of the near perfect falls, we started our journey towards the rather hellish put-in. Finally, after lowering all of our boats down a near vertical hillside overgrown with coligue (looks like bamboo), we were graced by the glorious presence of the superb canyon we were about to huck our meat. The walls were chiseled and exquisitely carved, and the water was so clear that it shed the false perception of only being a few feet deep. After panning your head, it was easy to forget that you had a set of falls over 4 times your height coming your way. But when, during the longest drop during which I had time to think, I remembered it was money. Despite initial feelings of trepidation, it was totally and very, very worth it. Huckin' my meat as mondo fun, serene, and beautiful. I'm comin' back.