Comments from the Peanut gallery
jP (10/24/2010) | |
I under estimated how the whole river funneled right into Anderson Hole (60,000+ cfs). It surged and crashed and swallowed me whole. My paddle was ripped out of my grasp. After soundly getting my ass kicked and trying to hand roll 3 times, I was exhausted and decided to swim. My head must just be popping up in this photo, because my boat paddle and I parted ways quickly due to abundant surges and sloshing current. Initially I decided to swim my ass of for River Left. After a panicked fit of sloppy swim strokes I realised that my present course would put me into the left bank into a long line of strainers. I st |
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jP (10/24/2010) | |
So I stopped struggling against the current, relaxed, breathed, and squared up to the current somewhere left of center in the vast width of the swollen riverbed. I resigned my fate to swim Boulder drop pretty much smack dab through the shit. As soon as I'd made peace with this decision I felt a ton better and regathered my strenght for what was coming next, focusing on timing my breathing with the waves and relaxing my muscles. |
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jP (4/2/2012) | |
...Yeah- you know those two huge boulders in the center at the top of B drop? Yeah- the ones everone goes to the right of at normal flows. That was the first of three HUGE holes I swam through. I stayed calm and held my breath for each deep plunge, swimming for my life to the surface after each one. After the third big hole that sent me deep, the waves got small like they do at the run out of most rapids. When the waves were only 6' high tapering down to 4' or so, I swam for my life for the left bank. I clawed my soggy ass up a a few feet and hugged a tree. Got out above "The Weir". |
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