So like all good paddling stories, it begun on Facebook, Thursday Evening: 'Hey mate, how are you? Living up near Manchester now, next time time your up N.Wales let me know and we should go boating....' Within 24 hrs I am sat in bunkhouse in Capel Curig chilling out with a nice bottle of Bishop's finger, talking of old fun times.
Some of you may have noticed the distinct lack of water at the moment... Therefore, our decision was simple, off to the mighty Big T, to run the Upper and Lower sections. Now recently, I have been doing some Slalom training, therefore with a mixture of slalom line challenges and boofing off everything, challenges were available to keep me happy and occupied.
Sadly, perhaps the most amazing boof, I have done in my paddling career was not captured and I now have to acknowledge that Simon effort seen below was the best captured on camera:
Sadly for Simon on the first day, he missed perhaps the best boof spot which me and Joe had fun on... (In my best Rush Sturges impression): 'You know man, as it explorers it will never be the same again, the energy in that group of people, it was just such an honour. The light and the water was just right. Truly one of the most special experiences of my life....' So Simon sadly despite getting the best boof picture, you missed that moment....
No, I am really not bitter that Helen missed the shot of me doing that... twice...
After a further bimble down we stopped for lunch as the picture shows below this is what happens when Paddlers get bored:
After the usual fun of Chapel falls, no swims in our group but some of the best comedy White Water Safety and Rescue I have ever seen we retired to the pub.
The second day was in much the same vein but I have to give it Helen, this shot of me is pretty epic and perhaps one of my favourites of me boating:
Various interesting lines occurred from across the group over the two days, but thanks to Helen again... Perhaps this one of me having 'type 2 fun' makes me smile the most. Just to be clear, I did not roll and successful escaped!
Part 2. Carnage on the Washburn:
So a return to the Washburn. Today was great fun and accompanied by the Manchester Canoe Club people we started having alot of fun. Spending the morning with Pete Knight of Peak Instruction fame, much hilarity ensued. Playing on taking different lines and taking different approaches to entering eddies provided much amusement. And the beginings of my self inflicted 'Trasher training'.
Mid morning it was clear other river users and members of our group were starting to get tired. This brought up a number of useful points-
1. When you run after a Swimmer on the bank take your throw line. This prevents me doing my best Linford Christie impression after your 'rescue' group.
2. When I have done my Linford Christie impression and reached you. Made you aware I am about to throw you a throwline, taking a breath, given you an amazing line. KEEP HOLD OF IT! Do not, Do not then let go when you think it is ok.... Only to be swept further down and Chris has to run and re collect throw line on the move...
3. If a member of your group has run the 'difficult section' earlier on and they are starting to show signs of obvious fatigue. Rather than let them get in there head and start letting the tension build which will almost certainly involve a swim, get them to blast down straight behind you and just go straight through it. Whilst I do not advocate running anything blind, this is hardly a situation in this case and ensure that your tired paddler does not take another energy sapping swim.
4. If you are a relative newbie, please unless its a paddle or swimmer do not try and rescue anyone. Get into the Eddy and stay there. This makes things alot easier from a group control and safety point of view as it allows any leader not to have to worry. As dealing with one person ok, two/three it starts getting interesting fast.
A very enjoyable day out yesterday and maybe not such a good idea to do the lots of silly rolling at the pool in the evening as I am now very tired, but hey ho, I can sleep when I am dead.
I return to God's Country this weekend for my birthday with an old friend who doubtless will tell me that the Grade Five is ok and I should just 'Do it...'












