It’s 9:45am on day 1 of the trip. We are finally loaded at Shannon’s and headed out. Twenty seven hours of driving through detours around Lafayette LA, customs headaches, mis-directions on Mexican backroads. Long drive for sure. We switch off the driving responsibilities ever six hours or so and man does it feel good to crawl into the backseat and rest after staring at what seems like endless highway. I have one last real bite to eat is in Oxford Miss. Throughout the eve I have some ice cream and that’s about it.
We roll into Brownsville TX at four am and head to Wal-Mart for some last minute things. We make our approach to the border bridge around six only to discover that it’s closed. I few more turns and we are at another bridge a short ways away. Customs takes a bit and it suddenly dawns on us that the bank doesn’t open till nine and we need to change money out. We decide to take our chances and plan to stop at the airport in Victoria however as it turns out there are lots of ATMs in Matamoras, the border town across from Brownsville. The sun is just rising as we get out of Matamoras.
We roll into Brownsville TX at four am and head to Wal-Mart for some last minute things. We make our approach to the border bridge around six only to discover that it’s closed. I few more turns and we are at another bridge a short ways away. Customs takes a bit and it suddenly dawns on us that the bank doesn’t open till nine and we need to change money out. We decide to take our chances and plan to stop at the airport in Victoria however as it turns out there are lots of ATMs in Matamoras, the border town across from Brownsville. The sun is just rising as we get out of Matamoras.
We arrive at Agua Azul around noonish on day Sunday and set out the gear so that we can head ASAP to the cascada section of the Micos. 
Twenty eight hours after leaving Alabama we are sitting at the base of the big seventy footer and ready to begin our decent over some pretty awesome waterfalls. The place is packed with Mexican tourists swimming and jumping off the falls as it is a three day weekend down here. It doesn’t take us long to shake the cob webs off from the drive though its hard to miss the fact we are dropping a lot of vertical and have to adjust accordingly. The final drop bites off a little of Kim as she goes deep in the hole at the bottom of the drop and gets chundered. Adam and I are pumped up and decide after the hike up and out the stairs we want to get another lap and Kim is gracious enough to provide our shuttle so the we can paddle all the way back to the campsite. This go around the drops are even sweeter including the last one which I really dig. Knowing this is quite literally in our backyard these two weeks makes it even better. We head to Rincon Huesteco for dinner and some cerveza. We all are beginning to look like zombies though we pick up some more cerveza for back at the campsite. We decide to head up to the little pavilion by Polo’s place, he is the caretaker and head guide here at Agua Azul, since it looks like it’s gonna rain soon. We enjoy some broken Spanish conversation with Polo but quickly feel ourselves fading. After a loooong thirty six hours we are out like a bunch of champs.
Twenty eight hours after leaving Alabama we are sitting at the base of the big seventy footer and ready to begin our decent over some pretty awesome waterfalls. The place is packed with Mexican tourists swimming and jumping off the falls as it is a three day weekend down here. It doesn’t take us long to shake the cob webs off from the drive though its hard to miss the fact we are dropping a lot of vertical and have to adjust accordingly. The final drop bites off a little of Kim as she goes deep in the hole at the bottom of the drop and gets chundered. Adam and I are pumped up and decide after the hike up and out the stairs we want to get another lap and Kim is gracious enough to provide our shuttle so the we can paddle all the way back to the campsite. This go around the drops are even sweeter including the last one which I really dig. Knowing this is quite literally in our backyard these two weeks makes it even better. We head to Rincon Huesteco for dinner and some cerveza. We all are beginning to look like zombies though we pick up some more cerveza for back at the campsite. We decide to head up to the little pavilion by Polo’s place, he is the caretaker and head guide here at Agua Azul, since it looks like it’s gonna rain soon. We enjoy some broken Spanish conversation with Polo but quickly feel ourselves fading. After a loooong thirty six hours we are out like a bunch of champs. Stayed tuned for more.
Joey
Going Vert off the first drop of the Micos(Photo by Adam)
MMMMMMMM Bananas! (Photo by Boyd)
Last Big drop on the Micos (photo by Adam)
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