Oh Boy, a Month Behind....
13 June 2016 | Grand Anse d'Arlets
There is an inverse correlation between doing things and blogging about it lately. The more we do, the less I blog. This is not a good thing when there are some cool things to share. Some spotty Wifi hasn’t helped, either, and a computer battery that is not cooperating (I need to have my computer plugged in now to use it. No AC, no computer). Okay, enough excuses… if I spent less time looking at Facebook and playing a game, I’d be fine.
Okay, last post was about driving around Guadeloupe. And laundry, and a comment about wanting to do the river hike. Okay, I’ll start with that.
The Deshaies River hike is a popular one for cruisers. Pretty much everyone I know has done it, and most have enjoyed it immensely. It was something I knew I had to do. I knew where it ended, having run up by the Canadian monks’ retreat (really, there is an order of monks from Quebec with property in the hills above Deshaies). It now has a beautiful road to get up there, but it was trail access only not all that long ago (so Sammy told us). But I digress. Back to the hike.
Ken does not enjoy river hikes. Hopping from rock to rock does not get him excited, and wading through the rushing water is not fun for him. His lack of enthusiasm for waterfalls is understandable. So, this was not a hike I was going to inflict on him, I wouldn’t dream of asking him to go, and he sure didn’t volunteer. I was ready to go alone, but found, last minute, a hiking companion. How terrible is it that I have forgotten her name, now, a month later? She was temporary crew on another boat, and a very keen hiker and a professional photographer, and she works in the film industry. She brought a serious bit of camera with her.
Unfortunately, it had been raining off and on for the previous couple of days, which made the rocks a quite slick in some places. However, we are both fit, experienced hikers, and not prone to doing stupid things, so we were fine. My shoes for hiking this was perfect; rugged soles and made for water.
The river valley is quite deep as you get up into it, with ficus roots hanging down, heliconia growing up, and epiphytes clinging to any place that they could get a foothold. The hike itself is a bit of bouldering (on slippery rocks for us), some wading (which required care with the camera) and even some actual trail (what a concept). It was gorgeous. Occasionally the sun would peek out from the clouds and illuminate a river pool perfectly, showing the clear water, the brilliance of the flowers and the different shades of green offset with the colours of the rocks and the earth in a most spectacular way. Then the clouds would close in again, and we’d be working our way upstream in the rain again. It was enough of a workout that the rain felt good, and it was going to be rain water or perspiration dripping from the peak of my hat.
I had promised Ken that I would be home by a certain time, and the slickness of the rocks made our progress a little slower than I had hoped. I knew how far it was back into town, so I knew what time we should be out of the valley by. Ken didn’t know I had a companion, or I wouldn’t have had a problem being a little later than planned. But with him thinking I was alone, delaying our return wouldn’t be fair to him. So apparently we just missed out on the waterfalls. Well, that gives me something to go back up there for.
We walked back into town, finding some tasty mangos to enjoy on the way. We made it back only about 10 minutes later than my ETA for Ken, which was good.