First thing in the water was the moment of truth - would I be able to roll again? First time was perfect - after that it would often take me a couple tries, but I'd usually make it back over. After playing around in the rock pool for about an hour we got out of the water and took a bus a couple miles up river. This was my first exposure to real rapids - still quite small only class II, but again plenty big for me. On the way back to camp I flipped many times, but the success was that I only needed help getting back over twice.
After lunch we headed down the river again. Once again I flipped a couple times, but only needed help once - I'm definitely getting the hang of it. About half way down it started to rain hard and the wind really started to blow. I was a little worried about how the wind might effect my stability, and the rain was unpleasant as it was blowing straight up river - right in to my eyes. Luckily the wind didn't seem to effect my balance much and after an hour the rain died off. We pulled out at the same spot as yesterday and again caught a local bus, riding on top, back to the camp. As the evening went on I started to realize that I'd done something really bad to my wrist. My body is aching all over again and it's difficult to move at all, but trying to rotate my right wrist is agony. It might be a strain, but it doesn't feel skeletal so I'll take my ibuprofen and see how it is in the morning.
