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October 17, 2005
Top and Upper Upper Pacuare
Robyn and I had both not paddled in a while, so to warm up and also to
try out the new boat (Riot Prankster) we decided to start with the
Pejivalle River. The sign at the hardware store finally solved the
mystery of what this river is actually called. Most people spell it
Pejibaye, like the starchy palm fruit that is called pifa in Panama and
chonta in Ecuador; but Pejivalle makes a lot more sense. After all,
rivers tend to flowin valleys...


We
paddled the lower section first, which turned out to be the right
decision because the new boat took in a lot of water through 4 large
holes that somebody had drilled through the sides. The folks at the
Pejivalle hardware store (Marco and ?) were wonderfully helpful, and
even let us borrow a drill to get rid a rusty bolt that held the seat
in the wrong place. It's so nice to hang out in small rural
towns; people are very nice and incredibly helpful. We now have an
invitation to stay at Marco's the next time we are back in the area.

Meanwhile,
Robyn demonstrated that she was familiar with the versatility of the
only tool you really ever need.
The upper section, especially above the school house, was fun. We took
our time, scouted occasionally, and even found a little bit of play
further down.

The
next day, we decided to paddle with Top and Upper Upper Pacuare (inflationary naming not my fault...) with
Andrew and John; John's girlfriend Gretchen offered to drive shuttle,
and was nice enough to keep this offer up after finding out that she
was going to have to learn how to use a manual transmission in a Nissan
Sentra with 5 people in the car and 4 kayaks on the roof on a dirt road.


She
did incredibly well, but the road got worse and worse, and eventually
we stopped a Jeep that was coming the other way and hired the driver to
take us to the put in. The road was absolutely not passable for a
passenger car. At the put in , we found out that the owner of the farm
there does not allow boaters access to the river but he was out of town
so it didn't matter. The river itself was fun; we finished the top
section in about an hour and had lunch with Gretchen who was waiting at
the bridge in San Marcos (?). She had run into XXX, a Tico who works in
a nature reserve on the pacific side near Nicaragua. They showed her
various plants they found in the jungle, including interestingly shaped
Calabazas, Cacao, some kind of moss, and a plant that has a sap that
irritates the skin. Who ever said being a shuttle bunny was boring?


The
paddle was fun, though we had to go quite fast since we were running
out of daylight. The water, except for its temperature, reminded me of
the class IV section of the Yuba I paddled this year. The nicest thing
about it was that although it was challenging, most rapids were
boat-scoutable, with many eddies in mid rapid that would have permitted
bailing out. But every time, from the eddy or on the way there, I saw
either another eddy with the possibility to bail, or the end of the
rapid. Robyn and I ended up having to do two rescues, swimmer and
boat, but no injuries or frustrations, and the only casualty was one
booty which was lost during the swim. Robyn did a great job dealing
with the rescue situations and I think we worked together very well.
We arrived at the take out bridge at around 5pm, half an hour before
dark. Gretchen was there, but not the Sentra. What was described as a
few km of road in the guidebok turned out to be an hour and half of 4WD
road. Luckily, Gretchen's new friends found her along the way and
offered to drive her in their... Geo Tracker. With no roof rack. But,
it did surprisingly well with 6 people and 4 boats and gear, and we
made it back just fine.
Posted by rick at October 17, 2005 05:05 PM