Another beautful day deep in the Rondu
The team was happy to camp on yet another perfect sandy
beach by the
Indus. Boulders of large proportions littered all the beaches, offering
up snug little alcoves for us to sleep in. On the water with the whole
team again we ran some nice more cruisy stuff for a few kilometers.
Then we arrived at the first considerable rapid which
was, well rather considerable. The main line ran into an absurdly large
backed up hole, and there was a "sneak" that sloped down into the hole
too...I wasn't sure what the boils would do.
In the name of keeping our portages
down, and just being Ben
Stookesberry, he fired away at the big sneak line while we portaged.
He finishes the above through the
final crashing
wave-hole.
Our day went by quickly as we scouted more rapids and made
typical big
water "stay the hell away from that hole!" moves. The canyon was deep
here, blocking out any trace of direct sunlight.
On a rare occasion I probed this rapid
because the left line looked
really fun, which it proved to be. Too dark to shoot my long lens, as a rather blurry shot of Phil Boyer shows.
Swapped on the 50mm for a
distant view as Chris Korbulic follows down the left, giving it a sense of scale to the above image.
Day twelve was a confidence booster for the team, and we were
all
starting to feel at home in the big water, and what a place it was to be.
Deep in the gorge we found
some of the most epic waves we had ever seen, all large enough to cause
second thoughts. We regressed back to grade school and taunted each
other with the immortal "I will if you will" wave surfing challenge.
Eventually we all did.
Surf session done, Chris Korbulic runs
a typical read-n-run rapid on
the mighty river.
Day thirteen flew by in a rush of cascades full of waves
and holes,
many hard earned kilometers were paddled in our push for the confluence
with the Gilgit.
The Karakoram gave us gorgeous views
every day, and this was no
exception.