We were now gliding down the river at an electric pace with no wind to block our way or turn our boards. James did however notice he had lost his fin during a particularly rough exit from a set of rapids, so he did spend much of the day spinning in circles! Despite this, we powered on and enjoyed what was to be the final day of our Patagonian adventure. There were moments during that final day which will stay with us forever. Our surroundings were simply breathtaking. Towering canyons surrounded us, and engulfed our view. Rolling hills as smooth as marble, with cake-like layers from the prehistoric lakes that date back millions of years. Once again, we were totally alone, and had not seen any sign of life since leaving on the boards. The silence was profound, no cars or traffic, just the occasional splash of a paddle would pierce the intense quiet. We would often look around and simply smile, appreciating how lucky we were to witness this, and how special it was to be the first people to ever SUP this stretch of water.
