This time Mike and Dave decided to abandon the canyon for the road while Kase, Zak and I kept going to the planned take-out of Amaybamba. Dave gave us directions for the rapid below and our group of three disappeared around the corner.
The gorge continued for a kilometer or so with several more open sections punctuating the unscoutable rapids. Once again, Kase probed everything and I read his hand signals more than the water. While the boxed-in nature was intimidating, the rapids were all class IV and the gorge was by far the most beautiful part of the run. The walls would often rise 50 feet out of the river and the banks would be connected by the jungle canopy overhead creating a shady tunnel for the river. I´m glad we weren´t running it in the dark.
Parting shot of local kids playing in the boats: