Twas the day before Thanksgiving and all through the casas no demshitz were stirring not even the ratas. And we awoke and we stumbled to our usual place, and ate some pollitos and tried to make way. Towards the river we went to harvest some goods, Carhuello said LJ and we strapped on our boots.
We got to the river and found a nice stout, we decided we’d run it but had forgotten about... our elbow pads. And going against Rodrigo’s advice that, “when you come to Chile, bring your Balls AND Elbow Pads”...dont be silly.

I boofed through the entrance muy suave indeed , then had a moment of prayer in a tiny eddy.

I prayed to the river god and asked to please let me pass, let me get through this shit without getting F’d in the ass” I peeled-out and stalled-out right on the lip, and all of a sudden... my plan went to shit.

I boofed pointing left then brought her back right, I tried and I tried with all of my might.

I fell through the seem and kept my eyes closed, I tucked and then waited and SMASHED ROCKS with dem bows!



Mike Goglin photo

Ejected I was and swimming around, I swam to the shore and stood on the ground.

My body was aching I knew I was hurt, I questioned myself, “how much was that worth...” When I arrived at the hospital they had the answer for me, 75 luca pay up compadre! This rhyme is lame but I think you can hear... dont run shallow shit without the right gear!” Demshitz life lessons... 1st D... kinda.... Salto Bellavista I like to call it “The Car-Wreck”.
The first part of the run was fun....Todd Richey and LJ Groth photos...

The triple drop.



Todd Richey running a drop below the triple drop.

Looking back up at the triple drop.

8 puntos!

needless to say...I am taking the week off...