Van-Island Spring Break 08

Vancouver Island. Most people have heard stories in some sort or another of the island, but few ever go there and even fewer go to explore kayaking. I had been to the Island numerous times and this spring a group of Oregon kayakers decided they wanted to see it for themselves during Spring Break. (Most were either Highschool teachers or College Students) So plans were set to go explore one or two of the southern river systems near the Port Renfrew area.
The Gordon River was the main objective as it provides the most reliable, easily accesible and high-quality whitewater on the island. If weather, flows and time allowed we planned on exploring the nearby Lens, Granite Creek and San Juan River systems. However the always unpredictable British Columbia weather patterns sent snow our way and kept river levels low. This allowed for several great days on the Gordon River, followed by a few good days touring the south-half of the island's Park and Huck's.

Team: Christie Glissmeyer, Rob Bart, Ryan Scott, Jay Gifford, Christina Russel, Kim Russel, Josh McKeown, Todd Baker, and myself, Austin.

Gordon River: The Gordon River is located 10 minutes out of Port Renfrew to the north. You follow the Gordon River Mainline and the first bridge you cross over the Gordon River, is the takeout for the lower. You then proceed up to the bridge over Bugaboo Creek. A trail on river left of Bugaboo Creek will lead you to the Put-in for the lower, which is also the take-out for the middle. To put-in for the middle drive 2 miles past Bugaboo Creek to the bridge over Loup Creek. Put-in on Loup Creek for the Middle Gordon. This also serves as the take-out for the Upper Gordon. The put-in for the upper Gordon is 2.5 miles upstream when the road reconnects with the river.

Upper Gordon: This short stretch is jam-packed full of good Class IV/ IV+. Everything is easily scoutable/ portageable. The river leaves the road and travels through a spectacular granite gorge. The water is crystal clear and the rapids are clean and maneageable. Water levels can vary but this run should go at a variety of flows, obviously with the difficulty increasing as the water level increases. Be wary of going in too high as scouting/portage options will diminish as it does travel through a committing canyon.

Middle Gordon: The Middle Gordon, is a Class V gem. 8 Rapids form the highlights of the middle canyon which is equally as stunning and beautiful as the upper and lower canyons. Every rapid on this stretch should be scouted. This run increases in difficulty the higher the water level gets. Everything on the stretch has been run at quite high levels and scouting/portage options remain at high levels.

Lower Gordon: The Lower Gordon is a classic Class III/IV run. All of the rapids are boat scoutable / portageable. Nothing big or scary in this stretch just 4 miles of BEAUTIFUL clean whitewater through one of the most beautiful sections of the Gordon River Canyon.



Spray Skirts frozen- Day 1




Josh First Falls on Middle Gordon




Jay First Falls on Middle Gordon




The Crew in the Hot Tub at the Trailhead Resort




Christina Russel hangin in the Gordon canyon



So after a few days on the Gordon it was time for everyone to return home, except for Christie and I, who were waiting on the clutch to get fixed on my car. So with our trusty new rental Mini-Van, Christie and I went and enjoyed some of the classic park and hucks of the Island. All can be found labeled on the always handy Vancouver Island backroads mapbook, which can be purchased in the giftshop of any BC ferry. The falls we visited were Little Qualicum falls, Old Englishman Falls(the lower) and Goldstream Falls.


Christie G. Old Englishman Falls





Christie G. Old Englishman from another angle




Christie at Goldstream Falls




Myself, Austin R, back in a place dear to my heart....Little Qualicum




Christie G. steppin it up at Little Qualicum!

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Silver Falls
August 1st, 2008

               On July 31st, the five year anniversary of the death of Matt Sheridan aka New School. Evan Garcia, Ian McClarren and myself, decided to drive over to the Cispus, camp and wakeup and run Silver Falls on the Ohanepecosh. Levels looked like they'd be low but good, and we loaded up Ev's Subaru and headed for the Cispus.
Arriving at around 9 at night, we quickly built a fire and started grilling a feast fit for kings. Hamburgers, Pork Chops and the ever-famous Juanita's chips and cheese dip filled our stomachs and sent us all to our sleeping bags to dream of the next day's stouts.
Rain. All night long it rained. Not hard rain. Just soft, pitter patter rain. Enough to make all of us regret not having brought a tent, tarp, bivy bag or any other form of rain-shelter.
By 8 A.M. we'd had enough and loaded up the car and drove straight to Packwood and the Peter's Inn for a greasy breakfeast. Satiated and fired up we drove straight to Silver Fall's, and that's where it all got interesting.
The previous night's rain had brought the river up from a low flow, to a medium flow. This made the lead-in rapid to Silver Falls a little more interesting. Basically, the put-in was a small eddy directly above a sliding 20ftr. Directly below the sliding 20ftr is a short pool ending in a boily hole directly above the lip of a crazy 40ftr. The 40ftr's lip was accented by a seam in the middle where currents from both sides of the rivers collided forming an interesting looking spout. No matter, it looked good to go and we all geared up to give er a go.
I hiked my boat up to the falls and gave it one last look-over. Feeling fired up and inspired to run some shit for New School, I walked back to my boat and gave everyone the thumbs up.
I sat in the eddy above the drop breathing heavily. Nervous. I could feel my heart beating through my chest. I took several deep breaths. Went over the line in my head one last time, And peeled out and off the 20 ftr. I boofed onto the transition and went through the hole at the bottom no problem. I took a few strokes to line up for the second, boily hole and charged in. A little too much speed, sent me further right than I anticipated and I lost all my speed heading towards the lip of the vertical drop. I pulled a hard right stroke and ended up boofing the waterfall. In a mad attempt to get my bow to drop, I threw my wait forward and braced for impact. Nothing. It was soft, barely felt myself hit the water, until my boat did a backloop in the boil and sent me sailing toward the river-right wall upside down. I tried to roll and failed. My boat and body hit the slightly undercut cliff and a large log, and I had to reposition my paddle to push off the log and rock. Successful, I tried to roll and fell back over. Determined, I rolled again and made it to the surface. As I rolled up I looked in the water and saw my helmet floating nearby. Puzzled, I felt my head and sure-enough my helmet had been sucked off my head. Unable to retrieve the helmet, I paddled into the safety below the falls and gave out a loud exuberant shout of success! I was stoked to have paddled away from the drop, even if my line may not have been picture perfect. I got to see what perfect looked like moments later.
Evan went second. I couldn't see his entrance, but as he came over the lip he was in perfect position. He hesitated to take the stroke that had caused me to boof, and this allowed him to pencil into the fluffy boil below and  roll up moving away from the wall. Perfect.
Ian the "Cheese" McClarren went next. His entrance went well, only getting stalled for a short moment above the boily hole. He came off the lip and pulled the same fateful right-stroke I did. He boofed. He broke his nose. He was ok. Ian again tried to grab my helmet but had to give-up and paddle himself to safety below the falls.
Three boys fired up to have run a super fun, stout waterfall, all for the fallen bros out there!

Our first view of Silver Falls

The River Right view

Austin entering too far right

The Right stroke of death

Bracing for impact



Evan sticking his line


Evan Paddling away from the right wall



Cheese Nailing the entrance



Cheese at the lip


Cheese ready for impact

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Condit Dam

In the winter of 2007, I was lucky enough to be living in Hood River, Oregon when heavy rainfall brought the rivers of the Columbia River Gorge up to record high levels. One river in particular, the White Salmon in Washington, came to a level high enough for water to spill over the top of Condit Dam.
Condit Dam is a 120 foot tall structure at the bottom of the White Salmon River. The Dam creates Northwestern Lake and has been out of service for many years now. To a kayaker however the dam presents an intriguing obstacle.
Condit Dam falls 35 to 40 feet vertically onto a steep concrete ramp. The ramp which is roughly 30 feet long and dropping at a steep angle then flies immediately off a cascading 50 foot waterfall.
For years kayakers had looked at this drop with and without adequate water and pondered the question, "Is it runnable?" The answer quickly became that yes, it was runnable, but questions still loomed over the safety and success a kayaker would have if they attempted to paddle over the lip.
I personally had scouted the drop many times before the rains of 2007, and was confident it was possible to run the drop successfully. It would be hard to line-up, but if you lined up in the right place and if the transition went smoothly everything should work-out ok. It was imperative to remain balanced over the whole drop, as catching an edge and flipping would prove catastrophic and likely fatal.
After scouting the dam the day before and noticing the river was at a good level I gave the idea of running it good thought over-night.
I consulted with several of Hood River locals and the consensus was varied. Several people were fired up that it would go and wanted to see it done. Others were hesitant and felt the sheer physics might end in a catastrophic crash. Personally, I felt it was good to go. I had been paddling alot and paddling well. I felt I could stay balanced and handle the variables that might occur in a hurry.
I drove to the Dam early on the Morning of December 5, 2007 and scouted it one more time, alone, before I made a decision. The rain was falling gently and it looked like the sun might shine through at some point. The level was still rising and occasionally, a log would float over the lip. I sat and watched several take the plunge and each one seemed to transition well off of the second drop. Eventually, I'd seen enough, and knew I wanted to run the drop.
I called a few close friends and let them know and went to Odell to pick up friend and photographer Lana Young. Lana being a solid boater herself had an idea how I was feeling and kept the conversation light and energetic. She had total confidence in me and helped me stay positive during the 2 hours between the phone calls and finally running the dam.
The word spread like wildfire and by the time I arrived back at the dam, a large percentage of the gorge's kayaking contingent was present. I began my final scout, put my gear on and paddled to the oppostie shore to get a little solitude and focuse in on my line.
From the opposite shore, I could get down next to the transition and see it's angle perfectly. I was encouraged from what I saw but terrified at the sheer size of the drop. It was incredibly tall and I'd be going incredibly fast. I stood at the lip and looked up. Erik Boomer was on my side of the river scrambling to a cliff ledge to get photos. He saw me and gave me a look and a little signal that got me all fired up. He made it look like he thought it'd be a piece of cake, and I knew had he not been suffering from an injury at the time, he likely would be the one getting ready to fire it up.
Boomer had given me the boost I needed and I scouted my line off the lip and got in my boat. I paddled into the lake and looked downstream at the massive horizon line now in front of me. It was impossible to see any markers at the lip and I was completely lost. Finally I was able to establish where I thought was the right spot and I signaled I was going.
I paddled hard for the lip and slowed into a series of 5 smooth but powerful strokes just before going over the lip. I plunged over the lip and quickly fell vertical. I pulled two strokes as I fell off the first vertical drop and and don't remember anything but a bouncy fast white-out after that.
From the photos and video I've seen, I transitioned fully vertically and held my speed over the transition slide and off the final cascade. The final cascade consisted of three big bounces and then I popped out the bottom, in the mist, ecstatic. I pumped my fists, screamed with joy and smiled as big a smile as ever before. I was in a state of total euphoria.


Photos: Lana Young

About 10 feet down the first drop, small yellow speck river right.



Starting the transition

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Van-Island Spring Break 08

Vancouver Island. Most people have heard stories in some sort or another of the island, but few ever go there and even fewer go to explore kayaking. I had been to the Island numerous times and this spring a group of Oregon kayakers decided they wanted to see it for themselves during Spring Break. (Most were either Highschool teachers or College Students) So plans were set to go explore one or two of the southern river systems near the Port Renfrew area.
The Gordon River was the main objective as it provides the most reliable, easily accesible and high-quality whitewater on the island. If weather, flows and time allowed we planned on exploring the nearby Lens, Granite Creek and San Juan River systems. However the always unpredictable British Columbia weather patterns sent snow our way and kept river levels low. This allowed for several great days on the Gordon River, followed by a few good days touring the south-half of the island's Park and Huck's.

Team: Christie Glissmeyer, Rob Bart, Ryan Scott, Jay Gifford, Christina Russel, Kim Russel, Josh McKeown, Todd Baker, and myself, Austin.

Gordon River: The Gordon River is located 10 minutes out of Port Renfrew to the north. You follow the Gordon River Mainline and the first bridge you cross over the Gordon River, is the takeout for the lower. You then proceed up to the bridge over Bugaboo Creek. A trail on river left of Bugaboo Creek will lead you to the Put-in for the lower, which is also the take-out for the middle. To put-in for the middle drive 2 miles past Bugaboo Creek to the bridge over Loup Creek. Put-in on Loup Creek for the Middle Gordon. This also serves as the take-out for the Upper Gordon. The put-in for the upper Gordon is 2.5 miles upstream when the road reconnects with the river.

Upper Gordon: This short stretch is jam-packed full of good Class IV/ IV+. Everything is easily scoutable/ portageable. The river leaves the road and travels through a spectacular granite gorge. The water is crystal clear and the rapids are clean and maneageable. Water levels can vary but this run should go at a variety of flows, obviously with the difficulty increasing as the water level increases. Be wary of going in too high as scouting/portage options will diminish as it does travel through a committing canyon.

Middle Gordon: The Middle Gordon, is a Class V gem. 8 Rapids form the highlights of the middle canyon which is equally as stunning and beautiful as the upper and lower canyons. Every rapid on this stretch should be scouted. This run increases in difficulty the higher the water level gets. Everything on the stretch has been run at quite high levels and scouting/portage options remain at high levels.

Lower Gordon: The Lower Gordon is a classic Class III/IV run. All of the rapids are boat scoutable / portageable. Nothing big or scary in this stretch just 4 miles of BEAUTIFUL clean whitewater through one of the most beautiful sections of the Gordon River Canyon.



Spray Skirts frozen- Day 1




Josh First Falls on Middle Gordon




Jay First Falls on Middle Gordon




The Crew in the Hot Tub at the Trailhead Resort




Christina Russel hangin in the Gordon canyon



So after a few days on the Gordon it was time for everyone to return home, except for Christie and I, who were waiting on the clutch to get fixed on my car. So with our trusty new rental Mini-Van, Christie and I went and enjoyed some of the classic park and hucks of the Island. All can be found labeled on the always handy Vancouver Island backroads mapbook, which can be purchased in the giftshop of any BC ferry. The falls we visited were Little Qualicum falls, Old Englishman Falls(the lower) and Goldstream Falls.


Christie G. Old Englishman Falls





Christie G. Old Englishman from another angle




Christie at Goldstream Falls




Myself, Austin R, back in a place dear to my heart....Little Qualicum




Christie G. steppin it up at Little Qualicum!

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Swift Creek Exploratory Descent

In the fall of 2007 I got the chance to check out some new waterfalls with the Hood River Girls Posse. The Posse, consisted of Christie Glissmeyer, Lana Young and Heather Herbeck. Christie and I had scouted out the falls before hand and Christie had decided she wanted to hike in and run em. So, being a sucker for a good adventure I carried my boat and video camera in there and watched as the girls fired em off and then I too partook in the fun. Here is a short video of the day for more footage check out Nate Herbecks new flick Toxic Waters at HTTP://WWW.LIQUIDKAYAK.COM

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Big Kemshew Photos
All photos: Max Kniewasser
These photos were taken on a perfectly sunny, hot, california day. The crew was a bunch of Asheville boys, and one half german/Canadian. The water was low. The waterfalls were perfect. Enjoy.



Chris Schell, all smiles 40 feet up


Austin Rathmann, same


Nice View eh?


Austin and Keller droppin in


Chris Gragtmans, same


Billy Murphy, Frenchies Falls, watch the wall!


Scott Harcke, doin his thing, starin down the barrel of a 45


Pat Keller...enough said


Two friends, in good place

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My Stikine Journal
And Photos



Stikine.

Saying the word brings mixed emotions to mind. I’m both terrified and overly excited of what lays downstream. The drive north from Whistler went incredibly smooth. Max and I left at 2:00 Tuesday afternoon and drove all the way to Smithers that night. We arrived at the Stikine at 4:00 pm Wednesday August, 29th 2007 and were greeted by a friendly sight. The most beautiful river in the world, and it was running. Upon paddling out to the cement pillar my assumption was affirmed, we had 4 1/2 notches showing on the bridge. A perfect level.



I sit here at the campfire pondering the events that will take place in the days to come. I’m trying not to dwell on the fears I have of Wasson's hole, and instead focus on the positive. I’m here with a great paddling partner and friend in Max Kneiwasser, I am in the best paddling condition of my life, and the flow couldn't be better. The weather is good and our hopes are high for a successful decent of the Grand Canyon of the Stikine River. I go to sleep now. Anxious. Nervous. Excited.

Entry Falls on our scout the day before putting on

Thursday, August, 30 2007

We awoke today prepared to put-on. We were disappointed to find that the river had risen over night. We are determined to put safety first on this trip and decided to wait a day and watch the levels. We hiked to Entry Falls to check out the flow in the canyon and were thrilled to see a perfect medium flow. The rock was about six feet out of the water and the river looked to be handling the flow well. There was far less water here today than on my first trip to the canyon. That’s a relief. I hope I have learned from my mistakes on that first trip and will enter the canyon a smarter, more humbled person than I was three years ago when I attempted to run the Stikine at an incredibly high flow after not having kayaked at all for three months.

Friday August 31

This morning we are put on the Stikine. The river has risen slightly but is holding steady.



We made it to Site Zed successfully. Both Max and I are buzzing right now from all the good white-water we just ran. My line at Entry Falls could have been better. I started left, but moved right too early and got swirled around in the nasty eddy in the center of the river. Max had a perfect line and was stoked. We eddied out below and took it all in.

The great canyon towering above and the raging river powering downstream. It felt good to be back. We continued downstream, bombing through all of the amazing read and run day one offers, stopping on occasion to take photos and just enjoy the surroundings. We paddled past a pair of goats relaxing next to the river. The closest one must have been no more than 15 feet away and didn't even move when we paddled by. These animals are so beautiful and powerful. They are the true guardians of the Stikine.





As we approached Wicked Wanda, I got very excited. I remembered this being one of the best rapids I had ever run and couldn't wait to run it again. After a quick scout I got in my boat while Max took photos and I paddled down the tongue with a little left angle straight into the left curler. BOOM. Upside down. A quick roll and I was laughing as I paddled up and over the gigantic waves in the run out. I eddied out to watch Max come through in style. Both grinning we kept moving downstream.

Stoked below Wicked Wanda

Towards Three Goats Rapid

As we pulled in to Three Goats I began to realize we had more water in the river than we thought when we put on. Things seemed to be plenty manageable however, so I didn't give it a second thought. We scouted and ran Three Goats, by far the biggest rapid yet. We both opted for the left line into a V-shaped hole and then into the MASSIVE wave train below. I hit the V and subbed down deep, resurfacing upright and moving right on the shoulder of the wave train. I was stoked. Max made it through the V upright as well but not as far right and ended up getting swallowed by one of the massive 15-foot waves.

After a quick roll he was up and paddling through. I knew we were quickly approaching Pass or Fail. From my previous trip, I remembered the entrance to this rapid being one of the hardest parts of Day 1. But I couldn't remember what the line was. As we approached the whole river seemed to disappear over a ledge with a tongue down the right side. We got out and quickly scouted the ledge and the rest of the entrance downstream. As I peered around the corner at Pass or Fail my heart sunk.

The river was really high and I didn't realize how high until now. The rock at Pass or Fail was at times completely under water as the river surged. At other times it was maybe a foot out of the water. I had seen this sight before – two years ago when I put on too high.


Pass/Fail

At this point my mental strength broke-down and I got really scared. I ran the entry ledge and wave train and eddied out above P/F. I began to portage, exercising the unacceptable "tweaker" mentallity, meaning I was unable to overcome my fears and control my mind. I told myself to stop. Put the boat down and run the rapid. If I couldn't run this I had no business running what lay downstream.

So I went. My line couldn't have been smoother. I went right the whole way. At the bottom I got really scared. Around the corner was Wasson's Hole. The sight of my near drowning two years ago. And the level was the exact same. After scouting my fears were confirmed, the rapid looked terrifying. A 2/3 of the river wide ledge hole at the top all feeding left into the massive hole on the left. The only route through was to go left of the top hole and paddle hard right through a curler missing the hole by inches. I was terrified to try this again, as last time it didn't work well. Not to mention this one rapid has been the most accident-prone sight on the Stikine (it nearly killed its namesake).

I knew what I had to do and I did it. I looked to Max and told him I had to go now. If I didn't go I'd get inside my head and that would not be good. I got in my boat and charged. I got left on top of the curler, pulled a hard left sweep, and charged right. I was clear, safe and was never more stoked. All the drugs in the world couldn't have gotten me as high as the feeling I had at the bottom. I was in my boat this time looking upstream as Max styled it as well.

Grinning from ear to ear we both took off downstream. For the first time on the trip I was running rapids I had never run before, only swam. I looked around stoked to be in my boat as we charged through the read and run to Site Zed.

We set up camp at Site Zed and portaged our boats sans-gear to the bottom. We placed several gauge markers to watch the flow, fearful if it were to rise we wouldn't be able to make it through downstream.

At dinner, we carved our names into the bench around the campfire at Site Zed, seeing as there is no more chalkboard to right our names on.

As we fell asleep that night it was raining and I slept restlessly wondering what we would find when we woke up in the morning.

Camp 1


Saturday, September 1

When we awoke this morning the rain was still falling. Both Max and I lay in our tent dreading what we might find when we emerged to check the level. As we exited the tent and checked our gauges, our hearts leapt to see that the water had held steady all night despite the rain. The question now, was for how long? We decided rather than risk camping at beach camp and having the water spike to un-runnable levels on us, we would paddle all the way out today.

After a quick breakfast we packed up headed towards the Site-Zed ferry. Of all the ferries I've ever done this one scared me the most. Both Max and I seal launched in and paddled hard left clearing the wall and charging into the maw below. When we regrouped below our eyes were wide. That was the most challenging ferry we had ever done.

We continued on looking for the rapids known as AFP (Always a Fucking Problem) and the Wall. For several miles all we encountered was endless read and run class V through the narrowest section of the canyon. Walls towering 1000 feet overhead and, at times, no more than 30 feet wide.

It was incredible to be in that canyon running that much good whitewater. Finally we reached AFP and scouted quickly. Luckily our high flow had washed most of the rapid out into nothing more than a big wave-train. However, the entry move was gigantic. A huge curler crashed from right to left into a massive pourover on the left. We charged ahead into the pourover, boofing hard and clearing the hole.

Shortly downstream came the Wall. The Wall consists of three drops, the crux being in the middle. At these flows the first drop was a large wave-train feeding directly into the middle drop which was an exploding mess of holes, boils and crashing waves. Both Max and I went center-left and plowed through the mess. Both clear, we smiled and continued downstream towards Garden of the Gods 1 and Beach Camp, where we planned on eating a light snack and resting before the large committing rapids of the Day 3 narrows.

Garden of the Gods is a long, complex boulder garden that, at these flows, was terrifying. Finding our way through the maze, Max and I both fell blindly into several large crashing waves and holes.

Luckily, it all worked out ok and we made it to Beach Camp safely.

A snack at Beach Camp

Beach Camp on the Stikine River is the most beautiful campsite one could imagine. A large sandy beach extends several hundred feet across, at a calm bend in the river. The mountains on both sides are stunning. This might be one of the most peaceful places on earth. We sat down to eat a good snack and re-energize ourselves for what we knew would be the greatest test of both our lives. Day 3 narrows. Garden of the Gods 2, The Wall 2, Scissors, The Hole that ate Chicago, V-Drive, Guard Dog and Tanzilla Slot all lay downstream in the incredibly narrow final gorges of the Grand Canyon of the Stikine.

Garden of the Gods 2 proved to be as challenging as its predecessor. We were treated to a not-so-pleasant surprise directly above the Wall 2.

The river narrows to a width of maybe 15 feet and pours over a large pourover with a 2/3 river wide pocket on the left backed up by a cliff protruding 10 feet into the river from left to right. Unable to scout both Max and I charged in blindly. I went first and got stuffed hard into the wall. I rolled up only to find myself in the pocket as I watched Max getting beaten on the wall but finally rolling up and escaping. I however, was stuck. After several failed attempts to exit and spending a lot of time underwater, I finally managed to paddle clear of the pocket and into the relative safety below.

The Wall 2 was next and went smoothly. Our lines were left of center away from both the wall and the massive hole on the right. Overjoyed to be past this rapid, we paddled downstream towards Scissors.

As we approached the Scissors eddy, I kept getting pushed back into the middle of the river despite my greatest efforts to move left. Finally, I realized I was not going to catch the eddy and lined up to charge into Scissors blind. I turned to Max and yelled,"SCISSORS! , I'm going!" God Bless him because Max, who had caught the eddy, pulled out right behind me not wanting to let me go through that alone. I charged into the left curler and blew right through it. This was terrifying because at normal flows the rocks on the river left are undercut and should be avoided at all costs. Luckily for me the rocks were under-water at this level and I went over the top of them and turned around to watch Max do the same.

We gave each other a look of, " We just got away with one there."

We continued downstream to The Hole that Ate Chicago and directly after that, V-Drive.


The Hole that Ate Chicago (above) is a raw freak of power. The entire river pours directly into this massive 15-foot tall hole. It would not be a fun place to surf. Luckily both Max and I ran hard right avoiding the hole and eddying out above V-Drive.

V-Drive
V-Drive
When I say this rapid is a 30-foot, Mavericks sized wave (right) I’m not exaggerating. Max and I scouted to see that all was clean and psyched ourselves up for what was the largest rapid we'd ever run. Not the most difficult, just charge down the middle, hit the wave, take the beating, roll up and paddle away from the wall. Ha. Right. Fired up, I gained a full head of steam stroking hard to the drop. I hit the left curler first and immediately went deep. Never have I been in a creekboat that far underwater before. As soon as I resurfaced “BAM,” the next curler nailed me, knocking me upside down. I snapped off a quick roll and paddled right, away from the wall and looked upstream to see Max clearing the wall as well. We'd done it. We'd run the crux rapids of the Stikine and we were stoked.

I may have over celebrated, as Guard Dog lurked downstream and was more than happy to dish out a fine serving of whoop ass on me. Sucking me deep and flipping me against the right wall.

I struggled to roll up and finally reached the surface again, with plenty of time to straighten up for Tanzilla Slot. The entire Stikine River pours through a 5-foot wide slot, creating a boily freak of nature that luckily, if upright is no big hassle, especially after what we’d already run upstream.

Below Tanzilla slot my hear leapt for joy. I had finally accomplished a goal I had set for myself during my first season of kayaking seven years ago. I had run the Stikine, without incident, unlike last time when I had to hike out.

Impact on the paddle out below Tanzilla Slot

In the flow on the paddle out

I would love to be able to say something profound about how you feel when you finish the Stikine, but I believe Willie Kern said it best, " Nothing has changed, but everything is different."

These words had never made sense to me until I paddled the 20 miles of "flatwater" out of the Stikine. Willie was on to something very deep with this quote and nothing was closer to the truth. The Stikine will change how you view yourself, the world, and everyone in it.

All for the better.

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Here is a short video of a day on Tatlow Creek in BC. This is the best creek ever

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