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.