It was a particularly cold day last December when I arrived at the upper North Santiam River with a small group of kayakers.
Snow coated the ground and large icicles hung from the canyon walls as we put on gear and carried our boats to the shoreline in temperatures (optimistically) at about 39 degrees.
“We must be crazy to be getting on the river today,” I said.
There was a pause … More
De la rivière, du freestyle, du fun, camper sous la pluie et le froid, des passages de pagaies couleur, une multitude de nouvelles rivières découverte, dont 2 à 2 pas de la maison, quelques compet des crues, de l’expérience acquise, des trek dans la forêt, de l’escalade, des navig de nuit sans vraiment le vouloir, une GoPro qui ne marche pas quand on en a besoin, une année vachement plus accès rivière que freestyle pour une fois, quelques bière et ça repart !
The Story: As I was kayaking through the mangrove forest in Kho Lonta Thailand, I noticed a monkey chillen at the base of one of the trees. I decided to test out the “monkeys hate water” theory so I threw a piece of pineapple into the water. To my surprise, the monkey immediately jumped in and grabbed it. As I got closer to the mangroves, I noticed a lot of movement in the trees. I wanted to see some more flying monkeys so I decided to take out some more fruit. As I grabbed the bag of fruit, two monkeys jumped on top of me and I chucked the bag. The next thing you know, I have the whole monkey clan aboard my boat. They stole all of my fruit and left me with a few stools to remember them by. Those evil little creatures.