|images courtesy: Rafting Cente, Dimarro|
Once we slipped on our inflatable jackets and helmets, we were underway on its emerald waters fairly quickly. We paddled at an easy pace and the guides would check with us regularly to see how we were doing. Just as I was beginning to think that this was all there was to it, we arrived at cool, dark canyons. We gently guided our canoes between the narrowing walls of the canyon, pausing every now and then to marvel at the millenia of erosion that have led to their formation.
The trip back was uneventful unless you count the persistent cries from my son calling out to us in to say that they were pulling over for a wee. It was a vital piece of information that I could have done without, especially as I was paddling in the middle of a glacial lake. That said, the mother in me did look back to note two familial figures in the distance with their backs turned to us, one foot precariously holding the canoe and the other on the ground and presumably, doing their business.
It was a gentle experience, in stark contrast to the earlier, more wild outing on the rafts. But it was no less stunning, no less breathtaking.
We canoed with the Rafting Centre, Dimaro. We book our trip with Activity Breaks.