"My seat is trashed and the black border is almost completely off. It
works like a handle. I used the same handle to stay with my boat when I got
spanked on the Grays before. "
That's why we brought you along, buddy! Seriously-- that was a great trip! I'm glad it was all brown and juicy. The whole run went smoothly until "Superbowl". I certainly didn't see a line for myself. There were at least 5 huge holes that effectively took up whatever lines might be found in there at lower levels.
And Picnic-- Ain't nop Picnic! Not at that flow. I mean, I knew it was coming up, I guess I just figured I'd catch an eddy. But as soon as I was in the "Class III entrance" (not!) I was surprised by the boily water I was in, the boulderfield that didn't seem to have any static eddies behind any of its rocks. It's a wide debris field. Brian and I were trading water in some pseudo eddies on the right, while Jed was behind some larger boulders closer to the main flow. He wasn't really able to maintain purchase where he was without paddling his ass off. I saw all the current focusing itself further to the left, and resigned myself to just throw in my lot with the main current. Just as I'm cutting back across to the left downstream of Jed in his tenuous eddy, Franz was coming down from the left.
"This isn't looking good" I thought, with a jumble of imagery of what might soon happen: Either I was going to fu*k up his line, or he was going to fu*k up mine, and there was nothing either of us could do to avert our fate. Then perhaps a second or two ahead of Franz, I plugged a huge hole and parked in it facing left. Franz dropped in to my immediate left, close enough that I could see his upstream oar pop out of the oar lock and be grateful it wasn't quite close enough to hit me in the face.
We surfed together for a few seconds, enough time for me to gaze longingly at the pretty red tassle that was streaming from the teet closest to me. It occured to me that I could quite easily reach out and grab it and potentially get pulled out of the hole, but I decided not to. Franz' boat was emerging from the hole on its own accord, and lord knows I probably did more than enough to screw up his line as it was.
So I figured he'd have ample time to float on down ahead of me while I set myself to the task of digging my way out of the hole. it took a bit of rock'n back and forth, forth and back. But eventually I got myself free. Or my boat got us free. Sometimes I can't tell who's responsible. Turning my gaze downstream I had to act quickly: I rode up (apparently pretty high) on a huge pillow coming off of a hotel sized rock, and the whole river twisted around it to the right into a steep flume of some sort. Along the way I threw a few really hard braces and managed to emerge upright.
Brian and Jed flushed out behind me, also upright.
Can't say the rapid was any more than a blur. Maybe If I scouted it and knew where the line was I'd say it wan't a big deal, but hell! It was fun just how it unfolded! (All's well that end's well).
I think it was a good thing it was just the four of us. Could you imagine a big mega-posse like the one's I've been a part of lately on that river at that flow? With me charging into Picnic sans scout? Someone would've swam for sure. and their boat would've gone lots further, too.
Sure got some adventure in there!