Caño Supay

During the years when I was living in the Peruvian Amazon and studying camu-camu (see Camu-camu), every morning I would meet up with Umberto (see Umberto Pacaya), walk down to the boathouse, throw all my gear in the Myriciaria (a dark green, wooden boat made for me by a local villager), and motor off to Supay cocha to count, tag, measure, collect, or do something with camu-camu plants. Trip took about 30 minutes, and after turning left off of the Ucayali River we would enter a winding channel, or caño, known as Caño Supay. Image above shows what this channel looked like on most days. It was usually 7:30 or 8:00 AM, i.e. rush hour, when I made this trip, and I would always reflect on the people inching forward in cars on the Hutchinson River Parkway on their way to work. And feel the wind in my hair. And see the kingfishers, the monkeys, and the Couroupita trees. And smell the river. And count my blessings (thx, Umberto).