Ed note: After passing successfully "A penalty do Muiño" in the mythical Ulla, something changed inside Pepe Runner; result of that metamorphosis decided to sell the G-Ride and take over the Prijon Cross of Teixugopanadeiro. Here begins the legend of Crossman;)
Crossman
Holy Week could not have started worse, cyclone and Northeast winds predicted that neither rain nor waves. Luckily the weather changed suddenly yesterday afternoon and began to rain in fine shape but surely.
Thursday: anticyclone (
Late calls started to go all the high Landro, unfortunately the work was Germany, Primoy Carlos was on vacation and had to walk in search of baby check that was impossible to locate. Finally we chose to go the minimum group formed by Freire Brothers and myself this story.
Ya River Road and accompanied by an incessant rain, we were realizing that the flow would not Landro be restrained. Our suspicions were confirmed upon arrival at the landing, seeing that the river was a few fingers above the good level reference. In other circumstances maybe we would have encouraged, but the group was too small to mount Securities and although both Celso and I know taking care of ourselves, we could not risk that Pepe had to save a brown himself.
started shuffling several options to stay at the bottom to open the top two Coruxo Rego, one of the important tributaries of Landro by which normally have access to him and which we still had to check a slope located by topographic maps.
After changing clothes and the usual reminder to Miss bastards mother of the mini is being done in this tributary, we started a road until you get kicked by the board, where a native informed us that the river was not too close to vegetation and below was a "well good." He knew what it was all about since its stem had been canoeing waters.
The first section of the effluent did not show much interest, although we could not lower their guard about the bush and the lack of cons. Another drawback was the slurry of water pollution due to the presence of upstream farms.
A curve of 90 ° to right marks the beginning of happiness, or rather the penalties because we have to carry almost the entire ramp because it was a trap branches (for next fall we took a machete). After embarking on a full and frank tomato curls touched down again as the river was lost sight of about twenty meters. Here almost Liam Pepe to misinterpret my password to get off to watch the pass and nearly pulled thinking that he indicated that was in sight. He ended up kicking the right bank while Celso and I reshipped to change banks in the penultimate against before the ramp.
What we presented was a step that would later dubbed the "Rampone", being a megatobogán formed by different inclinations varied platforms topped with a couple of steps of no more than a meter, almost all at the end of step. We got down to work to clean small diameter branches of the fourth section, beginning with the end of the ramp to deliver either a kettle, small in height but that looks to be bitch. They also established the Securities and prepare the action plan, consisting of face to ramp up to the penultimate stage where he became a counter to allow time to "security officer" to move to the bottom where I had to choose between a tow to or a small drosage left to right.
I decided to open the road and almost shit on the way to the dugout and I stepped in vain, being about to roll downhill to the river for more difficulties at the time it began to snow. Once in the water and having to stop at the last to face the pace without incident except for a small skidding on one of the initial inclined planes corrected before reaching the area seriously. Then came the break in the against the first change of ends and the next to finish with a Mamba jet rotating in the same order to not eat the drosage wall. Then
landing and roving all up to set security Celso and Pepe (never thought I would dare to the ramp). The youngest brother as he emulated my career with skidding included. The biggest was followed but embroidering the line, no problems getting to my position on the back. There he was told he could come back to keep the eyes in their sockets, he looked totally ecstatic, in fact if we had told him a year ago and a slide would probably not have believed it. Decided not to change sides and down an area with somewhat less water to move from drosage and finish the slipstream step which was slowed but not plated.
When I reached the end of step I found Celso Cross and Pepe emptying out the water, this had fallen landing in an area full of foam caused by the slurry, with subsequent laughter. Celso
had cut his finger in a fall when he went up security and asked me the kit. Cleaned with saline and try stop the bleeding by applying strips of two chemical components, but there was no way. So I asked the injured to suture needle leaving Pepe terrified. After the laughter and clarify that he had nothing of that in the cabinet proceeded to apply a sterile gauze with adhesive tape to the old way and we continued the descent.
continue along a section with a lot of rambling stone and a branch that did it for the right channel. After the confluence of both channels remain attentive and aware played as the current undermined had a rock that could provide an upset before reaching the mattress that marked the end of step.
From a small bridge, the river opened up a little allowing light to navigate up to a fancy ramps followed by a pool and a succession of three steps, the last to return a gift. Pepe opened and after flushing in the second step covers pulled immediately panicked. Luckily out of the water before it reaches the loop and Celso coming from behind the boat managed to stop him in the pool. While rising and I did not know how to step escaped the Cross from the hands of Pepe and was wearing ties just before a jump. I proceeded to catch the material desempotre (pulleys, slings, etc.) but eventually we get the kayak without having to make more use of rope rescue, although we remind the deceased that the buoyancy in a creek are essential. Since
ropes were got rid of a trap tree that existed before the step and jump Celso opened in the beginning I had no clear due to the presence of stones at the reception, but in the end we are encouraged to do so.
few paddle strokes brought us to the dams of the future mini, we see the work sorpendió been abandoned. In principle this is a low barrier height (do not think he reached two meters) and it was therefore the channel charge as the salmon, in fact the only thing left was to finish closing the bypass channel that had been made to build the dam. We knew it had halted a record of building a mini but do not know if this might be. Be investigated, however the low level of the same will not be taking too much water at high Landro but can fuck the polished granite slide which you can access this section.
The dam was not necessary to carry and throw us by the diversion of the river without major problems. To land after a dozen yards down the left bank, taking the track that had opened for the construction of the plant as a reference.
The sky opened momentarily to give us some sunshine applauded while we changed.
retrieve the support car, loaded the kayaks and went to eat as hunger pressed us after about four hours of descent used to travel the approximately two miles of Class IV of this tributary. Does not lead to graduation and deception by their continuity, narrowness and lack of contrast is that much anticipated stops. The Rampone, do not really know if you leave it as a 4 + or directly to a 5. Because although there is no to be a Tao Berman to do so, a failure may mean a good bump and the final section with the recoil and the kettle is not no small feat.
In summary, this river is another great discovery of "our" Serra do Xistral. We are also glad that the position of the dam for future mini fuck not entirely the river and that this section is saved. Such harsh weather conditions, in which rain alternated, hail and snow, they also provide its charm, especially snow are uncommon in our drops and provided a point of exoticism to it.
Surrounded by snow
finally get to speak Crossman: it is the living proof that a bad kayak at the beginning you can annoy all learning. Now free from the ghosts of the Alien I think we will have soon, a member of the "hard" our well-nourished group of canoeists.
Salu2 PD: Sorry not to have photos of the decline itself, but between the lack of light and the reduced group, and decided not to put the camera on the kayak and incidentally save me some weight;)
