The Tale of the Ocho Rios-Finding the Verde

Squeezing thorough the tight streets in yet another small Mexican town (photo by Boyd)

Day 5 The Rio Verde. The Rio Verde is hard to find. The Gringo’s Guide to Mexican Whitewater doesn’t do the logistics justice. It’s just a plain old clusterfuck trying to find this river. After four hours and lots of miss-turns we finally find what is the takeout Puerte del Salto “Entrance of the Waterfall”, a beautiful 35ish footer with a tricky entrance and a kicker spout that sets you on that perfect 45 degree entry angle. The only reason we know we have found the right spot is because we see Tom McEwan and the Liquid Adventures van stopping there. They are headed to run the falls then do downstream section but in order to run the second canyon of the Verde and get out before dark we decide to go upstream to find access which proves daunting to say the least. We finally find a suitable spot though it isn’t as it is described in the Gringo’s guide but a nice fella lets us in through some barb wire fencing and we walk down through some fields and find the river. After putting on we find some great class three drops that could have used at least 3-4 more inches of water. We get out at one of the bigger ones, which also could have used some more water, where you would have had a boof into the froth then paddled out under a big over hanging ledge. The boof lip looked anything but suitable at this level though so we walk it. From there it’s small class III and flat pools till we reach a spot where the basalt reaches clear across the river with a couple good drops separated by a big pool. Boyd fires up the first one and we all run the second. We had been on a constant vigil for what we had heard described as a BIG WATERFALL, two-thirds of the way into the run. As we approach one horizon line we think we have found it only to find it’s a run through narrow boat width basalt slots 10 feet high. Pretty cool but a little disconcerting as we still haven’t found this “BIG WATERFALL” and its getting late. Finally we reach a spot where it obvious the bottom drops out and there is Kim. We had made it through the gorge in around two hours and had not seen anything that didn’t go or at least wouldn’t go with more water. All we could conclude was that Puerte del Salto was the big one. We all begin to eye it and take a bit of time making up our minds on lines. So long in fact that by the time Boyd drops in to probe it’s getting near dark. He has a good line and makes it look easy. Adam is up next and has a sweet line as well but doesn’t quite get tucked enough and has his paddle pop him subsequently busting a tooth through his bottom lip. Drew and I are resigned to the fact that it’s getting dark and we still have to haul boats and bodies out of the area below the drop so we opt out. It pains me greatly but I hope we can make it back to the area soon. It just looked like so much fun.

Stay tuned for more!

Joey

Stopping for directions (again) on our way to the Verde. (photo by Boyd)

Ah the sights of Mexico! (photos by Boyd)

The tricky entrance to Puerte del Salto. (photo by Adam)

Boyd lining it up on Puerte del Salto
(photos by Adam)

Adam doing the same. (photos by Kim)

The Tale of the Ocho Rios-The Double Header

Day four is to be Boyd and Drew’s warm up day so we go for a El Salto/Micos double header. After breakfast I begin to feel a little ill though don’t think much of it. We put on the quick moving water of the Salto and boogie down to La Luminosa. Once there Boyd, Drew, and Kim get out to take a look while Adam runs it to set up the camera followed by myself to do the same with the video camera. My line isn’t too great though as I get a little sideways and slap my face on the water knocking my nose plugs off. Everyone else has stylish lines as well and Kim even plugs it without a blown skirt. The rest of the river goes quick. When we get to the spout drop Adam leads the way but a bit further left than he had previously. We all follow suit and find ourselves off the boof flake and in the fold. I go deep and get my noseplugs ripped off giving me a nice sinus douche of good ol’ Mexican water. By the time we reach the takeout and carry up to the car I am feeling anything but good. We head to the Cascadas Micos and I am now tossing and turning in the backseat. We go ahead and drop the other three boys at the put-in so they could get a lap in and Kim and I head to the campsite where I am in Mucho need of a Banjio. I had thought I would join them on lap two but started to have my doubts. Once they paddled up to the campsite though I had changed my mind. That lap on those cascadas did a whole lot for my stomach and my head which had been pounding ever since the salto when I got my sinuses cleaned out. Once we headed to dinner though something grabbed me again and after only a few bites of my food I had to go out to the truck to lay down where I slept till everyone else finished their dinner. Back at the campsite I head straight to my tent and have a very fitful sleep, never really sleeping till just before morning. However I wake up feeling a good bit better and ready to embark on what came to be our greatest adventure in Mexico yet, finding the Rio Verde. Why do I say finding the Rio Verde? You will see.

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Joey

A look downstream off of La Luminosa (photo by Boyd)

















Adam getting ready to run La Luminosa. You can see El Nemo just upstream. (photo by Boyd)























Drew with the de-watered section of the Salto behind him. (photo by Boyd)
























Yours Truely over rotating a bit in the air just before landing on my face (photo by Adam)

















Boyd greasing his line off of La Luminosa (photo by Adam)

Drew off the lip at La Luminosa (photo by Boyd)

Drew on the first drop of the Micos with the 70 footer looming in the background (photo by Boyd)

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.

More to come

Joey

A typical "bigger" drop on the Frio

Some folks from another group dropping in on the biggest one.

The Tale of the Ocho Rios-Waterfalls Goooood

The next day we are up late after some much needed rest and grab some oatmeal before heading to the El Salto section about an hour away. What an hour too. Miles of small towns and lots of sugar cane. Lots of crazy dogs in the road too and even some cows!

The salto, I soon find, is well worth it. Let me just go ahead and say too that there aren't many runs in these parts that do not require a bit of driving. But it's all relative. Once at the river we put in the man made flow from the powerhouse after checking out the dewatered section upstream. Very cheoah like with a big stomping hole at the end. This one gets a big piece of Kim and sucks her back in for some trouncing. The next drop el nemo has some boogie in a channel made where you have to drive left to avoid the hole that ends this man made section and drops you in just above La Luminosa, a real purty waterfall that is just too much fun. Adam styles El Nemo and I soon join him and Kim in the hole above the big twenty five footer. We each roll off with Kim going first and deep which causes her skirt to implode. After several valiant roll attempts she is forced to slide out and swim for it. Adam goes next getting up on the boof flake and making it look easy and I follow his line. The rest of the river blurs as we run drop after drop of small travertine and paddle pool after pool in between. We get to the end of the section and still have the fifteen foot spout to contend with. Adam and Kim run it well. However when I drop off I am about two feet right of where I need to be, my stern clips the rock I should have had my butt on, and I spiral right dangerously close to a rock in the landing. I compose myself though and we head on down to the last drop an eight footer where Kim and I clip a rock in the landing. Adam and I once again decide to hit it one more time and Kim drives shuttle for us. This time we blaze thru the big hole above el nemo and thru nemo proper. I nearly run La Luminosa direct but fight the urge and join Adam in the eddy. We both line it up though and have some sweet lines off the lip with a group of seven boaters from Colorado watching us from above the big hole to below the falls. In one of the next few drops I flip and learn how unforgiving travertine can be on your hands. The rest of the run blurs again and soon we run the spout styling it and are at the takeout. On the ride back we check out Minas Viajas a definite second d possibility though quite low. But more on that later

Joey
All photos courtesy of Adam unless noted



















Down the Barrel at El Nemo





















Kim off the lip, La Luminosa





























Adam stylish as always



















Yours Truely

















Making the spout look ugly. I should be a foot and a half to the right.

















Clipping the flake rock. Check out the rock in the landing zone where my bow is pointed.

















Just missed that rock. Wheww



















Off the last one of the day
















Kim on the same





















Adam eyeballing El Meco the biiig one at the takeout

The Tale of the Ocho Rios-The Beginning

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 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.

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)