The huge waves covered our four crickets, and the impact was so great that the two dippers Gu Siming and Zhang Jiyue were thrown into the water. The torrents like the brown irritated dragon fluttered desperately and seemed to want to get rid of themselves. Bugs. Four 5.4-meter-long scorpions were tied into a diamond-shaped scorpion with a size of 10.8 by 7.2 meters. They were pushed over our heads by giant waves. Gu Siming and Zhang Jiyue are going to climb back before being hit by us. The cripples temporarily stabilized before the advent of the next wave. Gu Siming and Zhang Jiyue struggled to cover the side of the scorpion. The wave topped the scorpion almost to the ground and fell into the water, crossing the edge of the water hole swirling into the whirlpool.
“Catch!†Ken growled. At this time, the spray rushed to both sides of the cliff and rolled back in angrily, distorted and smashed. We were thrown out like corks and I was thrown into the gap between the two blinds. I lingered in this cradle and watched another wall of water over the blinds, then struggling to climb back to the punishing left side of the pitcher. He was bounced up on the seat, like a flag on a stick that bent forward and nearly fell. He struggled. I grabbed him. He licked the pulp. Another wave came and Ken was ready to hold on to his feet. A counter-current crashed into the pulp, but fortunately the head of the pulp was tightly held. With a loud noise, the pulp became firewood. I let go of my hand and decided to fix the pulp in the padlock and prepare for the next wave of waves. When will this situation be a big deal?
Everything is unknown. We simply do not know where there will be a huge drop in water, nor do we know if we can stop before we reach there. This is the primary reason why this rafting is completely different from other rafting. What is described above is only the time when the upper reaches of the Yangtze River started a raft of innumerable troubling moments. This is the third largest river in the world and the largest river in China.
Let's go back 20 years ago
In 1985, when Qiu Maoshu heard that “59-year-old American explorer Ken Warren had to lead a team to use a non-powered floating tool to carry out rafting adventures on the entire Yangtze River!â€, the outcome was terrible and tragic. In particular, the sense of the Yangtze River exploration brought about by the death of Li Maoshu has attracted many desperate and savage visitors! Chinese drifters who do not have much experience in drifting have paid the cost of 10 lives. An American photographer from the Sino-U.S. team was unfortunately killed. Ken Warren, the American who planned the first drift of the Yangtze River, never thought about his exploration. The event turned out to be a top-notch race that is full of national spirit.
In 1986, the United States and the United States joined the upper reaches of the Yangtze River rafting expedition team from the source of the Yangtze River, drifting 1920 kilometers, arrived near Batang, took 55 days to complete the first drift of the Yangtze River. However, the history of this first drift is a blank for more Chinese people. For more people born in the 70s and 80s of the last century, long drift is just a booming and rapidly disappearing boom. Comments are also vague and vague.
Why does Ken Warren come to the Yangtze River?
This passage may represent a drifting adventurer's understanding of long floats:
In the history of mankind for the first time to explore an area full of unknown and dangerous, pioneers will pave the way for newcomers, safe returning explorers let others know what can be done. Those who did not return further inspired people's curiosity and drove them to be more fully prepared. When someone climbs a mountain peak, drifts across a river and crosses a continent, others are convinced that such things are within the human capacity.
In the modern era, few people are willing to be the first to explore the unknown. Most people will never do such a thing. The river rafting adventure activity gave us an opportunity to return to the essence of life and overcome fear with confidence and courage. The first drift of the main channel gave us another chance to verify our confidence in the nature of our return.
When the giant waves turn the river into white, when the line of sight is blurred, when stopping the ship becomes impossible, I see the essence of life. The shadow of death appeared and the meaning of survival became so profound and desirable that it became a strong desire. This is the ultimate edge of life.
Before the death on the Yangtze River left the United States, he asked us if we had confidence in the expedition. We all say no problem. However, it turns out not to be the case. The story of an expedition made up entirely of Chinese people added to the fear. Three or four people from the Chinese rafting team have already been killed in front of the falls. Others are also in the water. After the four crickets left Yushu, these sounds ceased to appear in our ears. There are still many people behind him who doubt the ability of those who follow Ken, and at least one person's ability. They blame Ken for failing to save Dave Shippee's life from asthma and altitude sickness.
Photographer Dave fell ill before we entered the source of the Yangtze River, 5,280 meters to the north of Tanggula Mountain. The Yangtze River originated from the Jianggen Diku Glacier at the foot of the East Peak of Gledan. He had to return to Gotwood for 2700 meters to rest and recover, while the rafting team drifted 320 kilometers from the source back to the base camp at an altitude of 3,600 meters. From the base camp to the use of trucks to the Yangtze River, it took 3-4 days to go all out. Trucks are four-wheel drive and are still stuck in the mud. They have to drag on each other to move on.
Once, the engine of a car was flooded while crossing the river. The driver had to dismantle some of the parts to allow the water to flow out of the tank and the cylinder. One night we stayed in a barren village far from the river, near the glacier at the source of the Weihe River, and encountered a Chinese television crew that had been photographed at the source.
At the source, we plan to use kayaks to float through, but the river is narrow and shallow. We need to push the boat across the sandbar from time to time. The 320-kilometer section of the river drifts for almost two weeks. In addition to continuous sunlight and wind, it is even more painful to eat decent food. After returning to base camp, everyone was tired and nobody was willing to take pictures. In the end, Ken was forced to command everyone to do it because film records are so important.
Dave's last time
David Shippee looks much better. After resting at low altitude for two weeks, his high altitude sickness disappeared and Ken promised to return to the expedition. The kayaks were replaced with larger rakes, 5.4 meters long, already supported, seams joined and cooled, ready to float over 880 kilometers to Yushu. Two days later, Dave was sick again and the doctor did his best, but at the end of the fourth day he was still dead. Starting from the base camp, we only drifted 160 kilometers on the Weihe River, but we could not return. The river became very shallow in many locations, forcing us to drag two tons of mules across the sandbanks.
Earlier, Dave told me that he was completely ready to continue drifting. In other words, he must go, regardless of whether the body is completely restored. This is his personal choice. We all know that there is no backing along the way. We must rely on our own strength and reach Yushu, 800 km away. We have radio, but the backup team is too far away to reach the Yushu road. No one wants to have trouble in this drift. No one can hear our help. I remember when I told myself that I didn't even have to have a small wound during my journey to maintain the most important thing in my health.
On Dave's final day, we had to get him out of the blind. The doctor managed to get him to drink some liquid because he looked obviously dehydrated. But he shook his head and said: "It's useless," and he fainted, and he didn't recover consciousness until the middle of the night. Why did he come to this unknown river? He is a young photographer and National Geographic magazine is very interested in this adventure. This is his career opportunity. In the depths of our minds, we don't want the desire for adventure to succeed in hurting anything else we want. Our team has a doctor, four guides, two photographers, videographers and journalists. All of this is open.
We found a beautiful shore in the Yangtze River across a mountain range and buried Dave. We call this place "the river of the world's top river" and it is very much in line with the mood at that time. Through that area, we came to the other side of the plateau, and the river passed through the winding mountains and came to the edge of another huge mountain range.
We arrived at Yushu for almost 480 km before we saw the residents for the first time. People were curious and friendly and ran to see our seven nephews. They brought their children and brought us tea. They had seen the rafts of the Chinese rafting team a month ago. As long as we go ashore to eat or take pictures, they will be surrounded and we will stare at us and let us take photos of them. Yu Siming said that the vast majority of them have never seen "Europeans."
We greet each other and I have forgotten what I said, but I still remember the many faces. Many people stand along the cliffs along the coast, and some run along the banks of the river. Behind them are scattered small villages, two to three-story brick and wood houses. During lunch we will go to the small town above, and those towns are 32 kilometers apart.
During the two days upstream of Yushu, a small dam and power station were built in a place where a tributary flowed into the main river. They invited us to call Yushu’s support team. Unfortunately, the telephone line did not reach Yushu yet. They took out some noodles and we devoured them. We bought sheep from a herder, gave him a knife, and had a $15 renminbi.
Two kilometers from Yushu we saw a scorpion on the shore. When we got closer, we saw the above rescue team made a mark and let us notify them after they arrived. I ran away in front of the ship, but the radio did not contact anyone. I think I should tell Jan about Dave Shippee’s dead letter. But I didn't say it. Ken glared at her shoulder and told her the news while walking. The reunion of the original joy was immediately replaced by grief. The camera is mad.
Changes on the Yangtze River government officials received us to travel to Yushu, where it was never open to foreigners. It can be seen that they have done a lot of work in restoring the old city and temple work. The people are preparing for a celebration to welcome the Panchen Lama.
In the evening, we participated in a national dance party and were invited to the stage to receive warm applause from the audience. Four players stayed in Yushu. The next morning, I was asked to be willing to go to the wizard. Ken’s opponents demanded that the captain be sent to Ron Mattson. They think that Ken’s leadership was weak and led to Shippee’s death. He should try to find a helicopter to rescue him. Ken said that this is not something that can be solved by voting. This is his adventure. If anyone wants to leave, he will leave. He will continue to float.
Later he told me that he saw me standing there watching the movement to see who wanted to continue drifting. I admit it, saying that I just want to complete the adventure, no matter who is the leader. The next day, four people rode back to Chengdu to take the rest to Dege. This incident was called "Metamorphosis" by "Outside" magazine people.
John Wilcox is an adventure photographer from Aspen, Colorado, USA. He said: “In my more than 30 years of adventure, it was difficult to recall a single activity. I have always believed that the Yangtze River rafting is an E-level adventure. There is no ability to transcend but there is no reliable security. The Internet to protect.†When he saw the story of this journey written by Michael McRae in the magazine “Outside†in May 1987, called “The Evolution of the Yangtze River,†the four players left the expedition to take a car back. The situation to Chengdu. But Wilcox disagrees with this statement: All the arguments about "transformation" are nonsense. "The only "transformation" is the death of the damn doctor.
In fact, when the four people left the rest to continue the expedition, this would not be a mutiny unless there was another attempt. Magazines often find it hard to publish the truth of the incident, especially the distorted views that David McCrea had interviewed after leaving. He also talked with me, but discounted my words. When I saw his remarks in the magazine, I felt unbelievable. It seemed that what he said was a totally different journey. A year later, the wrong cause of death was brought to the family of Shippee, and a court in Idaho decided that the defendant won the case and denied the leavers’ confession.
Before I arrived at Yushu, I almost always paddle on my mussels to relieve pressure. If I didn't think wrong, the keeper had been training me because he was determined to leave after Shipepe died. When I left Yushu on my way to Dege, I started driving my own 5.4-meter curtain. Following Ken and Ron moving in the rolling white waves, I was able to control the slurry at high speeds. Even if I can't guarantee that every move is correct, I can keep my throat from rolling over. Maybe my arrogance is a bit overdone, but I think but I think I'm ready to handle any situation.
The first time I fell into the water for the first time, the high speed line finally let me fall into the water. We are struggling to go ashore to check the situation. Paul Sharpe rowed the canoe in front of him, and he said that it was time to take a good look at the terrain. Looking from a broken wall, a continuous wave of 30 meters crashed into the rock. The way is to go back to the center of the river to avoid the rocks. I started to pass this paragraph with Ken, thinking of this idea when he pushed me to shore. I returned to my raft, but I couldn't escape the rocks. The water pushed me forward and rushed into the raft. At 400 meters down, the water finally calmed down and saw the shore.
The scenery is so incredible that the mountains on both sides of the river are straight into the river, and the snaking into a snake line extends to the banks of the river. From the 400 meters, it is 9 kilometers away. The village is dotted on a hillside with green barley fields and the scenery is like a 32-hole golf course. The house is made of brick, stone or wood, and hay is drying on the roof.
The rapids section is very large, but it is not completely insurmountable, so there is no opportunity to take climbing gear out of the mountains. That was my chance to come to the expedition. When I met Ken and Jan for the first time, when I was invited by the "Sports Illustrated" magazine to take pictures, all the equipment was bundled and I was waiting for shipment to China. I asked Ken whether there are other places for vacancies. He said that the cameraman already has one, but he still needs a mountaineer. My heart suddenly excited, "I can climb," I told him.
The next day, after submitting the photos to the magazine, I talked with Ken for several hours, detailing my mountaineering experience. After shaking hands, I became a member of the expedition. My task was to prepare the ropes and take charge of the climbing section where I could not drift. But as things have progressed to the present, I have not yet experienced the experience of turning the mountain. Instead, I used to help the team resist tripods and other equipment, go to the edge of the cliff and record the process of wading through the waterfall. For example, in the jet stream that we called "three ships."
The icy night and the river blocked our progress. It's too wide here. It's too bad for a single blind. It seems to have to connect the blind. My nephew was chosen to pass over the shore. We took a few hours to get the equipment down and dragged it over the 5.4-meter-high gray rock. Along the left bank, a deep hole forms a whirlpool with debris and personal equipment floating on the river. It seems to be where the Chinese rafting team died.
Water and land transport work is quite difficult. Ken and Ron had to reconsider. Ron suggested linking the remaining three crickets side by side to create one big dice with three dice. This idea made them drift through the whirlpool. Ron was on the left side of the pulp, Gusling had a camera in the middle, Ken was on the right, and the three blinds went forward together. The gap is about 4.5 meters. The boulder in the center of the water forms a sloping surface and disappears as soon as the scorpion passes by. As the waters fell, they again exposed the water, then crashed into the rocks on the left, sank again, and picked up another rock in the middle of the river before they emerged from the water. We are willing to use the intercom to tell us that we should try again on the shore and catch up with them. They have already found a camp in front of them. Things in the world have always been easier said than done.
Three crickets are in front, and there are only three palates. Behind them are two Chinese poker players, Zhang Jiyue and Xu Jusheng; a Chinese photojournalist, film crew and their equipment, Paul Sharpe, a photographer on a canoe, and me. The plan is to take the rest of the blinds to the place where Ken, Ron, and Jasmine camped. However, it was late and the initial efforts to pull the scorpion out of the whirlpool did not work. Therefore, we decided to continue our efforts tomorrow morning. At that time everyone was exhausted.
That night we were crammed in cracks in the rocks to warm up, and our personal equipment basically drifted away with the three scorpions. It started to rain and the temperature dropped, but we can keep it dry. Early the next morning, we packed a small amount of equipment onto the riffle, Zhang Jiyue and I as slashers, and John Glascock joined us. We control the pulp and want to enter the main channel, but it is difficult to speed up to be able to float just by the buoyancy of the water. At this moment, it happened that we broke into a rapid stream caused by underwater reefs. My slurry hooked up the life jacket, and the water smashed and brought me out of the seat. John grabbed me tightly, and just like that, the speed of the blind man was brought up.
The blind man turned and turned to the bottom. I told John that at least the lice did not enter the water. We sink into the water and emerge from the water, and we can see Zhang Jiyue floating downstream. The water flow is still in a hurry, but there is no wave in the scope of sight, so we have the opportunity to take out the spare slurry to draw water until we arrive at the landing of other ships. The other three sailors looked at our capitos with alarm and knew that others were still unable to go upstream.
Paul Sharp photographed some of the shipwrecks. Unfortunately, when we floated in the water, we were just blocked by the rocks. So his picture started with a scorpion, and later there was a scorpion with a bottom up. His photographic equipment was handled several times between the torrent and the camp, and was usually hidden in a small space in a kayak. The task now is to drag and lead other people who fall into the river and only have life jackets as security guarantees. This river is relatively gentle, they can drift smoothly. We fired in a stone shed near the rest of a herder, and dried the clothes.
The capsulation caused unpredictable consequences. Usually our radio receiver is placed in a waterproof box. A rubber band is placed over it to ensure that the water does not enter. The last one used to forget to put the rubber ring up, and we did not find it. Now it cannot be used. The next day we floated the last distance to Dege.
Devil's water photography slows down the journey. Take time to install, shoot, stop the dice, choose the right seat, and then set off. But the shooting of the expedition has become commonplace. It was after the Mutual of Omaha Insurance Company took pictures of wild animals and turned them into the basic spirit of adventure activities. Paul had reported from the radio that there was a huge water hole in front of him. A lot of tedious work was coming. If possible, we would land on the Sichuan side of the river. Later we did that too. It is difficult for a single dice to float through a water hole, so four dice must be joined together to form a diamond of 10.8 x 7.2 square meters. Each side has two praying hands, and the tail of a prickly rod is at the helm.
We spent three hours tying the scorpions, so dinner was pushed back and camped on the rocks that night. The next day, I set off with Dan Dominy, Kevin O'Brien, and Paul Sharp early in the morning to place a seat on the rocky hill near the water hole. Each of them has a 35mm camera. A waterproof camera was fixed on the scorpion, and John Glascock, the audio-visualist, had a special job. He installed the microphone to record the sound. It looks very interesting, I really hope but I was in the cabin. The four coalition crickets disappeared twice in sight and the water hole was too big, but it appeared again in the downstream and could hear the cheering voice of the grooving hand. Paul dropped the camera and went back to the kayak with me, leaving Dan to take pictures. Paul disappeared from his sight several times, but he was still exposed to the water, and it seemed very easy. "A piece of cake," Xu Jusheng added commentary on the side.
Two hours later, Dan, Kevin, and I found a stranded strand. This day is very long, probably because we have drifted a longer distance, or we can say that we can calculate it in kilometers. The river is still in a hurry, and a turning point blocks our view. Paul Sharp informed us by a walkie-talkie that he had landed, because according to his observations, there was no way ahead. The canyons here are high and deep and meandering. We can't withdraw. Ken said he observed a line. The diamonds tied together are still intact and we rushed into the eyes and heart of the river. This is the scene at the beginning of the article. Gu Siming and Zhang Jiyue were thrown out of the cabin.
The jet stream is usually divided into "I" to "VI" grades according to difficulty, but according to Ken and Ron, this section of the stream is not included. How far is it? We have no concept. Later Ron said, "There are probably XII grades." We were pushed by the water for another hour, and as the waves of water went up and down, we suddenly turned left and right. The sound of the water waves was mixed with the squeaking noise of the scorpions, and what other sounds couldn't be heard, just as when the train passed through the tunnel. The ladle was filled with water, but it stopped at the sand between the gaps in the middle of a stone. The rest of the time is no longer suitable for drifting. He plunged into the camp and looked at the loss of the cricket. Two of them needed to be repaired.
Bigger and better
On August 29, 1986, we spent another hour after we had photographed what we called the Buddha Cave. The name was Paul. He told us that if you go ashore, you can "see Buddha." We are all looking forward to the slowdown in the flow of water, thinking that there will never be a greater vortex than we saw the day before. It turns out we were wrong. From the shore, we have seen the river's "super whirlpool", which is 25 meters wide and 9 meters deep. If it is accidentally trapped, the scorpion may be sucked and swirled inside. We filmed for a while. The film crew didn't need to help. I was going to float it.
Chen Qun took pictures on the shore. From his photographs, we can see that our four scorpions slide over the right edge of the maelstrom and tilt inward, but have not been sucked into the throat. This process lasted for several seconds. This is the deepest water hole that I can see and have not been involved in.
Ron repaired the damaged part of the last day, so we can safely pass through the "Buddha Cave." The calm current lasts about 800 meters. Paul once again observed in front of his kayaking. Our Motorola intercom all heard his warning. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a warning. We are used to it. Did not have time to come ashore and the most dangerous waters encountered in this trip arrived.
"Going ashore! God, I can't go!" He repeated again. We have just drained the water from the cabin when we passed a big water hole. After listening to Paul's suggestion, Ken, Ron, Qi Siming and Zhang Jiyue made concerted efforts to move closer to the left bank. There is a vertical drop in front of you. In addition, the rising water vapor on the tumbling river also confirmed the situation seen by Paul's commanding heights.
However, we did not land in time. The blind man has stopped.
The pulper is pushed back to the center of the scorpion. The left side of the four crickets hit straight on a 3-meter-high rock. The bottom of the left rake was torn into a 3-meter-long hole, which I and Ken took. The other three scorpions continued to drift in the river, dragging the broken scorpion and the two of us continue to move forward. I think the link ring of my sister will tear or break. The sound of hinged rubber, scorpions, and water rubbing makes it frightening. Until now, that sound still seems to ring in my ear.
Water is bigger than the previous day and it seems to be boundless. Now I have exhausted the words in my dictionary. The devil, King Kong's crazy spray, no, it's a dinosaur Godzilla, and the wave is bigger than the house. Later it was said that the waves were 9 meters high. We seem to be in the ocean. Suddenly, I discovered that my voice was gone. I rushed to the connected nephew and yelled at Ken. "What happened?"
"I don't know either," I could barely hear his voice in the splashes. At this time, the overwhelming water squeezed us again. We rushed into a large sink like an ocean. There was no skin underneath and we could only hang outside the other scorpions. Others rushed at us to make us swear. There is a steep cliff within 6 meters. The cricket will smash us into pieces. It was too late to think, and we were blind.
What's wrong? It turned out that our sister-in-law had rolled under the other three dice. We can only allow this to happen and continue to drift through even more dangerous waters until we come to a slightly calm water surface. Only then can we have time to examine the loss. We lost some sporadic gear: a few tripods, a flattened box, a top and some food. My camera case and the exposed film are still there. There are also radio devices.
However, the biggest injury is not lice. The will of some players has reached its limit. The turbulent river reminds people of their hopes and beliefs. No one knows what else is waiting for us. Only a few people want to continue. In the past few hours, we have faced the unknown situation that we do not want to face and have been lucky enough to survive. If it is so dangerous to be able to detect this area earlier, perhaps we will hike over from the previous camp. We have seen the road and we are standing at a place where Tibetan hunters leave us. The situation is like this, we drift over, and the Chinese rafting team once said that this paragraph cannot be floated. We escaped in this dead river.
What happens in front of the camp five days ago? This is a question that lingers in every one of us. The video team wanted to go on foot, and Chinese players preferred to drift a little longer and then land ashore in an inhabited area. We took a camp on the river side of Tibet. Ken, Ron, and I want to continue drifting. Everyone is deadlocked. We tried to communicate with the outside world by radio and set up an antenna between the two trees. Later we discovered that it was short circuited due to flooding during rafting. There is no way to contact the support team under the command of Jan Warren and there is no way to report our situation. Later we knew that because they did not arrive on time, they were also very worried that they were ready to send search teams to look for us. The Tibetan hunter who had seen us at the camp after the first day of the devil's waters had reported our whereabouts to Batang and the support team and said that we were in the river below Baiyu.
We discussed and convinced each other for two days. In the end, Paul decided that since he didn't want to experience the demon’s waters again, he planned to go to the other side and walk. Ken thought this idea was not good, but did not stop him. He waved goodbye to us and we watched him leave the kayaking, climbed the rocks on the shore, disappeared into the jungle and continued to climb the hills. After a few days of trekking through a snowdrift, a Tibetan villager discovered him and took him to the village and returned to Batang.
There are the rest of us. We are still continuing discussions. Ron Mattson and I detected a section downstream and came back to report that at least 11 kilometers were driftable, although there was a large stream of rapids below our camp. Chinese players are very excited. The film crew insisted that it should not be drifting again. When Ron and I went downstream to investigate, Ken believed that the only way was to hike to the nearest village and look for equipment. He didn't want to leave anything. He took more equipment than any of us can, and started a walking tour of Batang for a week. This story is only mentioned by him. I have heard him say countless times. It was a long journey. Dan Dominy recorded the beginning with a film. He met a crazy Tibetan mastiff who could not wait to get rid of his two legs. A friendly woman had given him instructions to rest and he finally met a truck and took him to Batang.
When the expedition was over, Ron and I brought back more valuable discoveries. At least 15 kilometers down the river were conducive to drifting. On the fifth day of camping, the demonic waters passed and we convinced the crew to return to the river to continue drifting. There was a blind man who couldn't fix it. We had to let it float freely through the second half of the rapids. It was even better than someone who ran it, and even a bucket of water did not flow into the tank.
We separated the three crickets again, but still no one was willing to come to my nephew who was the novice at the helm. Ron and Muse have a film crew, so I'm going to be the pioneer. This is my first time being appointed this pilot position. The river is still scary and scary, and I don't know where there will be a turn. The last three crickets squashed into a mass, and we found that there was an obvious drop in water four hundred meters away. So you had to go back to shore.
The next day, Ron and I did a more detailed reconnaissance. Unlike last time, everyone agrees to go on foot. After a long day of traveling, we finally discovered that this road could reach the inland area the next day and would be further away from the river. However, when we diverged, there appeared the Tibetan Bama and his son. After a series of gestures, Kuai Siming was able to determine from them that this road cannot reach Batang. Bama said that he can take us to his village in the mountains 9 kilometers away. From the village we will ride again to Batang.
After two days of trekking, he ate fewer calories than Jenny Craig's recipe. Now we are in paradise or Shangri-La. Bama cleared a place for us in his main room. He gave us cloths and hides for bedding. The horses were ready. We met rescue teams on the road and they brought more horses. Most of the time it took to go to Batang, it was raining. I had to find a way to keep my film and camera from getting wet. This is a brand new adventure, from the Yangtze River to Batang.
Over two 4500m elevations, the road stretches all the way to the plant-covered hillside. After a few kilometers, we arrive at a forest. The vague road leads to the lumber mill shed and a truck is waiting to carry us back to Batang, 20 kilometers away. At the campsite, we took a photo and took a photo of Zhang Quan, but they lacked Ken and Paul.
At dinner, we arrived in Batang. Twenty minutes before, we arrived by truck from Tibet. Two routes, different stories, the same end. Ron even had a parcel sent by his wife waiting for him. We got together and opened the package and shared a lot of chocolate cake! Ron scolded me with his elbow and motioned me to the hotel room. He showed me about 20 snickers sandwiched with chocolate and toffee sticks! The two of us shared these delicious tastes while waiting for the cars from Chengdu and Beijing to meet us. I shared a tent with Ron during the entire journey. We have almost the same hygiene and tolerance levels, so it is a suitable partner. Imagine a full 53 days of camping! Ron is an excellent player and someone who can handle problems. He has the skills that the rafting team needs, and more importantly, he has a spirit of willingness to share.
The rainy season came and the adventure cycle exceeded our expectation. When we asked for our opinions, we spoke in unison: Go home! Nodded willingly, but I could see the disappointment on his face. We have successfully completed most of our plans, but we have not yet reached the top of the smooth water flow area in Yibin, where boats are parked. We have been drifting 1920 kilometers continuously from the source, but not the entire course of the Yangtze River.
Once the desire to go home rises from the heart, everything else is uninteresting. The Dazu Rock Carving and the Giant Panda near Chengdu have not attracted our interest. Everyone was too tired and only wanted to go home. As soon as we got home, we began to vaguely know that the rumors about this expedition had spread around. In Oregon, especially the stories that Rolla Crick said are even more exciting and unusual. They can't even tell us what they say. They are rumored that we are dead.
Written by Ancil Nance Compilation / Huang Jiyi Photography / Ancil Nance Zhang Jiyue This article comes from "Outdoor Adventure" magazine;
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