K1: Mark Berry, Jake Bourdeau, Devon Carter, Mike Eastman, Mac Henry, Kevin McKenzie, Greg Winston, TC: Charlie Berliant.
OC1: Reid Anderson, Ryan Galway, Matthew Kellett, TC: Kenny DeCoster
12’ Raft: Sean and Jade Kluttz
The river gods were smiling upon us. I couldn’t believe the Saturday’s weather forecast held up all week promising 50 degrees and sunshine. It was in stark contrast to last year’s weather that morphed into overcast skies and sleet cancelling the trip. But the Marsh trip’s weather on Sunday looked worse with wind chills in the 20s. Charlie was on the ball and moved his trip to Saturday afternoon which created one fine day of paddling on two rivers.
14 paddlers jammed the Manning Mills bridge as gear was deposited by the side of the road. New members and a couple of newer members hadn’t ever paddled the Sou or Marsh. It was fun to turn them on to great whitewater. With the gauge reading 1.5+, we had plenty of water. I didn’t miss the rocks I normally scraped over.
The first river wide wave provided great surfing opportunities for everyone, while the downstream smooth wave had disappeared. The Emerson waves proved to be a bit more challenging to ride. Everybody seemed to find the far-left line on Crawford rapid. I hugged the shore and found the green tongue that led to the ledge drop instead of getting nailed by the nasty guardian hole just to my right. 1/3 of the paddlers had the common sense to portage Grand Falls, everyone else ran the falls and stayed upright. The next challenge was right around the corner where it was wise to miss the monster hole river center blocking the approach to the alleyway. We all rendezvoused at Papermill beach. Nobody had swam and there were just one or two rolls. Ryan and Devon continued to the waste treatment plant, the rafters said goodbye, and the rest of us moved on to the Marsh.
Vehicles were left at the take out and we met at the RR bridge put in. Charlie got his wish- the gauge read 3- and we paddled a bigger river with bigger water. The single bladed paddlers got washed downstream while kayakers fought strong eddy lines to climb onto waves. I had never seen so much water flowing over Flat Rock. Mark and Greg managed to drive into the far-right channel and skirt the hydrologic turmoil in the middle and make it to the bottom smiling. Charlie took the right hand sporting route. One adjusting stroke dropped him into the huge hole. He stayed upright surfing the froth for what seemed like hours. He flipped just as he was leaving the hole and rolled up before the final drop. An unbelievable performance- caught on camera.
We hung out at the take out soaking up the sun and celebrating our good fortune of spending a fantastic day on the water.