This past Fri., we were packed, and ready to follow our friends from PV to a village 2 hours away from their home. Instead of traveling the mountain road, our friend said to follow him through a "shorter" way (it was getting dark), which meant crossing this river! What he DIDN'T tell us is that we had to cross the riverTHREE TIMES!! As we saw his vehicle sliding around in the rocks and current, our hearts were in our throats! Carole closed her eyes & prayed, while Peter plowed through & dared NOT stop till we were on the other side! Praise God, we made it to Agua Jote before nightfall!