Pray for Rain: The Tale of the Ocho Rios- Ojo Frio es Caliente

Day three and we go to check out Rio Frio. However it is Mexican Independence Day and we soon find ourselves in the midst of a parade in every small town we come to. As the crow flies the Ojo Frio is not that far due west of our Micos area base camp but with the really rough roads and parades it takes us nearly two hours to reach it.
However you can't really beat the little kids dressed up for the occasion with bandoliers, guns, and moustaches.

Once there we are also greeted with what has to be the worst shuttle thus far of the trip through muddy cane fields and rutted out main roads. As I have been a slacker I get the grand honor of taking the Night Shadow, our trusty shuttle bicycle, on the ride of a life time. After nearly jarring myself over the handlebars and riding through peddle deep mud holes we put on and find a nice little class III run over travertine in the thick of the Mexican countryside. Towards the end of the run we come across some bigger fun drops but still all quite manageable though we also see one group of boaters many of whom are climbing up and over one of the bigger ones. The sketchiest moment of the day, aside from my ride aboard ol’ Night Shadow, comes at the end of the run where there is an irrigation pipe hanging at guillotine level across the entire creek. We all manage to duck it though with only Kim skimming it a bit with her helmet. We head back to Valles for food and mas cerveza which really hits the spot. Sometime that evening around midnight Drew and Boyd roll in from Tampico. We never hear them come in due to said mucho cerveza.