Satan's Asshole

  This was my run down the Wenatchee during the PP Ball. 

  While I'd planned on just running some laps and riding the shuttle, instead I ended up joining another trip and we put in at Peshastin, which let us run Rock n Roll as well. 

  On Rock n Roll everything was gong well.  As I'm keeping an eye open for what's coming up I see Scott drop int a hole and then watch it shoot his boat straight up into the air and Scott's swimming.  I tell myself that I should not drop into that hole.  Next thing I know, I'm dropping into the hole.  I see it coming and realize that there is no way to miss it so I decide to just pour on the gas and hit it with some speed.  I dropped into it, and felt my helmet buckle snap and find myself shooting straight up into the air, just like Scott, with one exception.  I didn't swim.  I rolled up, got my bearings and paddled on, without my helmet, feeling more naked that I may have ever felt.  I found my helmet at the bottom  and we carried on.

  I only got one run in that day, much to my irritation.