D13

Went up to Kandalore to lead a looper, trees were changing colour, really nice.  That's all I'll say for now. . .

D13

                We crash down ledgy sets of foamy silliness.  Murielle tells the kids to run river right down a left bend 800m long and classically misjudges the size of some distant waves and a boat swamps.  Everyone is okay, and we all see how tricks of perspective happen on a river this size.  I ran river left. Heh heh heh.  The hills here are pointy, like dunce caps.  Thunder blows up and we boot it to a bush crash machete campsite.   Today we scheduled out the rest of the trip.  We are on track with an extra day which is great.  If  these village idiots would get moving in the morning we could have three 

extras like everyone else.  . . today hunger rears its ugly head.   People have gone from polite and considerate and have started grabbing from each other’s hands and genuinely pissing each other off.  They still play it off as a joke, but I can see how things could quickly turn if we didn’t have enough food.  William Golding eat your heart out.  We have till day 23 to get out of here, so hopefully no pigs will be decapitated before that time.  The Moisie surges past our lowland flat down to the valley.  I’m stoked to see what’s down there.  The maps promise some canyon 

paddling.  Also today a cloud formed that looked 

exactly like king kong reaching at us out of the sky.  I’m just saying. 

 ** That picture of foamy silliness is courtesy Murielle. . . thanks Murielle.