Third day and all was still going well. Time started to become meaningless; if it weren't for the pressure to bank time and make checkpoints, the only thing that would have mattered would have been the position of the sun. I must have asked a dozen times what day it was. We passed log jams the size of large houses. With fingers, shoulders, and butt all getting used to the grind, I was getting into a rhythm and started falling asleep while paddling. I've fallen asleep standing before, but never while I was still moving.
The pic is of the team preparing for a portage. The strategy was to carry most gear and over half our water in individual backpacks. As we approached a dam, we would take turns dropping out to unclip our pack and put it on. This made the canoe a lot lighter and easier to pick up, carry, drag, and put in. That's the Cuatro Sinko way.
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