Our last day on the Baker was Easter Sunday. We woke up in the dark and dew, and when we put on the river we were greeted by golden light. Our fingers were frosty as we gripped our paddles in preparation for the final 30 mile leg of our journey. About 2 hours into our paddle, the fog lifted revealing an inviting play wave. Mollie rocked it and hucked her meat. Skye rocked it until he took a little swim. To warm him up, we made him the center of a group hug. The escualos made a fire on the front hatch of a sea kayak and brewed mate whilst slaying the flat water. Hyped up, we successfully transitioned from the wild Baker to the calm fjords of Tortel.
Tortel is an intricate web of cyprus boardwalks, and a long hike up a mountain of stairs with our gear was our first order of business. We were soon greeted by a local Tortellino, who shuttled us by boat to our host families where their warm showers and beds were eagerly received. After a morning of exploration and picking up some needed items, we roped down our bags to the roof of Claudio's van and headed to the Rio Pasqua.
Clebo, Mollie, Perkinz
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