Pedro was the Guide. He was the float skipper. He was the rope holder. He was the drink passer. and he was the water scooper. Not to mention the Spanish/English translator. Did I mention bikini watcher? Over-all Pedro was a great Mexican that played the game well, even though we picked him up hitchhiking at Toys R Us on South Hill.
Chrysta and Malissa found it very hard to pee in the ice cold river. They had to go .... but once that cold water hit their most inner parts... it no longer wanted to exit the body. They had to float for a good few minutes before they were able to go.
Malissa's husband (sorry I can't remember the name) the muscles of the power oar on one side of the raft, while The New Guy was the muscles of the power oar on the other side. They are the reason we didn't hit too many rocks, trees, walls or bushes.
Ginger and Bush later were designated beer holders for The New Guy when he had to steer us to safety.
We had a relaxing time for the most part with an absolutely cool scenic view. Bush brought a waterproof camera that we used to take a few scenic photos.
We floated by this big rock wall, there were a bunch of mud nests built onto the rocks. As we floated by, birds flew out of the nests. It was awesome to watch.
We made it to our destination and got lucky to find a couple of nice guys to run The New Guy and Malissa's husband back to the van to get the keys to my truck and all of our belongings to us.
Ginger and Bush decided to head back to the other side of the mountain...and the rest of the group stated they were heading back too. So we loaded all the gear and headed out.
These three birds (didn't see the third until we drove away) were sitting atop a wooden utility pole in their nice size nest. I couldn't pass the photo up.
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