our surprise after a
hundred yard portage we were able to start picking the river apart.
We'd have to scout and entire rapid and run down to the next eddy, but
it was happening.
on a grand scale.
Smear that boof.
We scrambled for an eddy above this unusual feature, a nice ten foot
plus boof in a boulder garden.
Stuck on the other side of the river, Chris opts for the center line.
Read and run on the Teesta River, still game on.
The constant gradient of the Himalaya is an interesting thing. Both
hard and easy to photograph, because something is always happening but
it doesn't have the shocking look of a waterfall.
The bonus is that you just have to turn downstream to shoot the next
We neared town with only one portage and over a mile long
under our belts. As the river entered town it did something most
unusual for the area, and dropped into a bedrock gorge.
Looking back upstream.
Down in the gorge things didn't look good. Totally walled in the river
cascaded through a series of frightening hydraulics that are hard to
give perspective to.
Not wanting to tempt fate or the loss of a boat, which would most
assuredly happen with a swim, we decided to take out just above the
out we were a little
unsure what to do next. Below town was the first of many hydroelectric
projects on the Teesta, and we would not be allowed access to the
river. There was a major tributary coming it, but it was too steep and
rocky to be of too much interest. Perhaps a relaxing afternoon in town
would help our deliberation on the upcoming day.