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Diana has been an avid kayaker since 2004. She started out as a dedicated swamp rat, flatwater, contemplative paddler, and slowly added other aspects to her kayaking primarily in regards to white water and year-round adventuring.

Fall Stream to Vly Lake – Adirondacks

A nine mile paddle is always a wee bit tiring, but add some hefty dashes of wind and current and it makes for a collapse-into-bed experience! Was it worth it?  Absolutely!

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Fall stream was recommended to me years ago when I contacted the local ranger to ask about a different river.  He quickly understood the type of paddle I adore – small, meandering, and quiet. “How about Fall Stream? Have you done that one yet?”

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It was time to revisit this paradise and even though the leaves of summer weren’t to be seen, it was even more beautiful than I remembered! The gentle meandering made for glimpses of far mountains interspersed with closer views of sentinel pines and spruces.

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The evidence of beaver engineering were everywhere with lodges in abundance and a couple of big projects going on! Interestingly, the lodges were much higher than those near home and many were still clothed in their winter mud more than their summer, peeled bark look.  My guess is that the much colder weather in the Adirondacks means more insulation!

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I was growing a bit tired by lunch time as I hadn’t felt very fit in the morning with a nagging throat issue.  We floated in the crook of a meander and shared some cheese and crackers and cashews. I knew it was important to Peter to get to Vly Lake and I was trying to be a sport about it, but my resolve began to melt when we headed into a pretty stiff wind for the upper section.

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The view at Vly was worth the effort though with diamonds dancing on the water’s surface.  We spent a few minutes enjoying our accomplishment and then headed back with appreciated assist! Our lunch spot came up in what seemed like minutes and then the wind died and we were back to paddling.

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I had that familiar moment when the sun changes angle and I think, “Huh? Already?” or some such profound thought! The day was passing and now heading toward evening. How long had we been on the water?

When I’m paddling, I don’t often think about time until the sun’s angle nudges me and somehow I’m always surprised. Can it be that I’m still on this earth and tied to the kind of destiny that contains sunrises and sunsets? Part of me must be convinced I’m already in heaven in an endless day of joyful beauty that stretches into eternity. It’s always a bit of a shock to realize that there is mundane things to think about like is there enough daylight to get to the take out and what will we do for dinner.
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Thankfully, we have plenty of daylight at this time of year and dinner was at a restaurant we had enjoyed on a previous trip.  Then it was time to fall into bed: stiff-muscled, exhausted and happy with the kinds of visions that didn’t include sugarplums and fairies, but did have the gentle sounds of water dripping off the end of my paddle.

 

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Great Swamp – Pawling, NY

It was a fine Saturday in Pawling, NY. The river had been recently augmented with .86 inches of rain creating spring- like water levels on February 28th. Peter, Christian, and I were excited to paddle a reach of the Swamp River that is inaccessible during most of the year. As an added bonus, the temperature was hovering around 60 -time to go!

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We put in on Corbin Road in Pawling – a first for us and what a beauty! Once through the difficult phramites section with some quick and fun water, we enter a section with long meanders housing mallards. They fly in an explosion of strength, straight up from the water, in the same way that’s captured people’s affections for millennia. Their quacks are augmented with the clicks and chatter of blackbirds and pileated woodpecker drums.DSCN9632

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As we pass under the bridge at River Road, our usual put in, we are faced with one of the most lively runs in the Great Swamp.  With banks barely wider than our blades, the swift water moves us along at a decent clip, while we spy emerging skunk cabbage on the banks.

DSCN9627Once through that channel, the river opens up and the views become Adirondack-like with boulders and hemlock reaching down the embankment. We enjoy looking at the flora clinging to the boulders, seemingly unaware of their precarious position.
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Spying the Appalachian Trail boardwalk up ahead, we are surprised to see that the area is dammed up with a large beaver lodge, new this year. 

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This brings us to a huge phramites area.  If it weren’t for knowing how invasive this non-native is, we could enjoy it’s beautifully swaying reeds more readily. This plant is taking over wetlands at an alarming rate in the process dispossessing cattails and other essential food and shelter sources for indigenous birds and mammals.

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We also have our most difficult area to get around at the end of this section with the phramites root sections clogging the channel. We portage over a fallen tree and rock our kayaks over a couple of other obstructions.

We came to the bridge at Old Pawling Road, where we usually pull ou,  but in our enthusiasm thought we’d paddle all the way to Wingdale, another couple of miles. We hadn’t realized the first section was so long. Tired, with light dimming, and some apprehension, we paddled on. This brought our total up to about eight or nine, rather a long one in the Swamp.

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The last section narrows down a bit with a large tree obstacle to deal with and then it’s the land of turtles with an exciting section where I saw a green heron three years in a row.  One of my favorite birds, it flies as if auditioning for a Disney movie.

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Multiple channels mostly created by the beaver with snags providing cavities for nesting birds, The bluebirds and red-tailed hawks love this section of the swamp and we see both. The ridge to the west always makes me think of bob-cat since it looks like a prime area for them with its long views and rocky crags.

We’re paddling through paradise!

NE Paddlesport & The Exeter River

Back from a whirlwind weekend in New Hampshire, Peter and I are happy with the great connections we made at the NE Paddlesports Show and with the peaceful paddle on the Exeter River.

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Some of the manufacturers we stopped to talk with were Seals Spray Skirts, SealLine Dry Bags, NRS, andAqua-Bound. We especially enjoyed speaking with Ed Vater of Aqua-Bound. I’ve personally used their paddles for the past 12 years and have been very happy with them, especially my Eagle Ray carbon fiber. He took quite a bit of time giving us a run down of some of his favorite rivers. He included invaluable insider information and tips likes the best time to paddle the Congaree in South Carolina,  (February – no insects, sluggish alligators) and the Buffalo River in Arkansas (not spring break).

We were a bit stunned with how many requests various manufacturers get for gear, 200-500 per month seems pretty common. We’d love to get sponsored by those companies that we already use and love! In the meantime, to rest from too much indoor activity, we turned our attention to the Exeter River.

DSCN0259After boon-dogging for the night, we headed out under cloudy skies and 50 degree temperatures.

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The Exeter is a meandering river with multiple ox-bows in the process of forming. A variety of deciduous trees – oaks, red maples, birch, shag-bark hickory among others and evergreens like the red and white pine and glorious hemlock line the shores along with emerging grasses.

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Exploring in all kinds of weather should be on everyone’s paddling list!  The peacefulness of an overcast or rainy day is a special pleasure. Dressing in layers as you normally would in colder weather with rain jacket and either rain pants or a spray skirt will be enough for most rainfalls except the most drenching.

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Eventually the rain started  enhancing the beauty of this quiet kingdom….
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New England Paddlesports Show

Peter and I are on the move!  Heading to the New England Paddle Show at my old alma mater, the University of New Hampshire at Durham.  We’re excited to make some connections with manufacturers of paddling gear and hopefully scoring some support for our Kayak 50 quest.

We’d love to get free gear, of course, but we also are looking for sponsors to lend our quest a measure of recognition.  We are toying with a variety of ideas about Kayak 50 such as raising money for worthy, river-based organizations, creating our own organization, and/or focusing our efforts on education – online or off. Whatever we end up doing, having sponsors is a win-win situation, they get advertising and we get to show we’re legit. Oh yeah and  free stuff!

To get ready for our launch at the Paddle Show, we’ve been working on a business card.  Let me know what you think!

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Meanders and Canoe Rescue in the Great Swamp (NY)

Feeling the familiar rush of excitement at paddling the Great Swamp, Christian and I put in at the Route 22 Bridge and pointed our kayaks south, checking for fish as we drift along, discussing whether the water has been stocked yet this year. We’re soon examining the barn swallow nests under the bridge some stacked six high from years of use. Images of fin-like wings scissoring the air flood my memory making for pleasant re-runs.DSCN9830The meanders of this section are interrupted by a downed tree necessitating a pull out and over where we also take the opportunity to pick up a plastic flower pot and other flotsam.

DSCN9837 - CopyOur next section is decorated by newly emerging skunk cabbage flowers.  These interesting maroon spates cover a spike-like flower that is an important first food for bear and other forest foragers.

DSCN9833The broad expanse of the upper swamp is flooded above the two year old beaver dams that have been tended with great care. This area is a solar collector of sorts with the surrounding hills creating a warm, protected environment for wintering ducks and geese.  This year, so much milder, has spread them throughout the swamp.  While the smaller flocks still provide protection, the less crowded areas seem to be popular.
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We discussed the beauty of the swamp as we continued our paddle into the next section with broad areas banked with lichen covered trees.  See if you can spot the red-tailed hawk…

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We passed the put in at Green Chimneys headed for the Donald B. Smith Conservation (off of Old Doansburg Road) a nice extension of our trip through the meandering flats that are often short on water later in the year. After a mile or so, we spotted a red canoe up on the bank and a little further on, a green one at a rather interesting angle in the river.  They looked suspiciously like runaways from Green Chimneys!

After much discussion, we decided to do our good deed for the day and rescue them (mostly Christian’s idea). Christian righted the green one and corralled it. Both in the water, we created a caravan to the takeout. Along the way, we had to go under fallen tree and deal with a spot of fast moving water with lots of obstructions. Finally, under the Doansburg Road bridge, we were home free!

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A call to Green Chimneys got us to John who was happy to retrieve the canoes in his truck.
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Great paddle – Good deed.    Done!

 

 

 

Kayak 50 Gets a Rig!

As in every expedition, there is preparation.  Peter and I had been spending hours looking for our new home/kayak mover for our Kayak 50 adventure (kayaking all fifty states). We had many considerations in some ways as complicated as new home ownership.

Perhaps the biggest issue in our minds was the trade off between inside-the-home comfort and overall external length.  This was coupled with musings on  gas vs. diesel (10-14 mpg as opposed to 20-23 for diesel), original mileage, overall condition, seat and sleeping comfort, storage, ease of driving, etc.

We had long ago dismissed the idea of kayaks on the top of the vehicle as being too cumbersome. Instead we were working from a model we saw at the Deerfield River in MA. A kind gentleman showed us his Sprinter and the custom-designed kayak carrier that fit into his rear hitch.  This small “cage” allowed the kayaks to be transported in an upright position – very cool!

kayakcarrier2       This is an off-the-shelf carrier, but similar to what we have in mind.

Peter and I had been scouring the internet for months looking at Class B RVs. We went through the pros and cons of different models/reputations/use etc.  We even were exposed to scamming  – an “owner” who wanted to sell to us via a private listing on eBay – beware, a common scam.

As President’s Day weekend rolled around, we had four candidates – three in Pennsylvania and the other in Delaware.

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Stopping in PA first, we were able to immediately disqualify one of the models since Peter would have had to crop a few inches off his height to stand up in it!  The other two were the Sprinter  and a Roadtrek a more van-like model that was $15,000 less.  We liked the idea of a really cheap ride on one hand, because we are so inexperienced in RV ownership that it posed less risk. The trade off was possible breakdown in the middle of no where when routine failures crop up – alternator, starter, etc. Our other serious candidate, a Sprinter, was double the cost and was only 19 feet long – not really much space for visitors.  Our intrepid kayaker friend, Christian, would be joining us periodically as well as various of our collective children.

Off we went to Delaware with high hopes that we would find the perfect RV so we’d be off the hook with our PA dilemma. This was the longest RV we were considering at 24 feet.  We liked the bump out on one side that created a spacious feel. Plus, a big bonus, was a “real” bathroom with an actual shower stall! We sat in the Roadtrek for quite some time loving the extra room for entertaining, but realizing the bed was narrow and uncomfortable, and remembering how driving it was cumbersome.  We decided against it by Sunday afternoon.

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We had some fun on Sunday exploring the Delaware seashore. On Monday morning, we showed up at the dealership driving through a snow storm that later caught up with us. We looked at both RVs again and decided that the Sprinter, although small, had everything necessary for us – friends and family would be tenting, and socializing would definitely be outdoors or at the local restaurant or pub. We also considered and were swayed by the ease with which we could resell the Sprinter if it ended up to be too small or in some way not the right fit.

Three hours later, we had completed the transaction and were on our way home. The bad weather followed us and was a bit nerve-wracking for Peter since he was driving the new Sprinter, but all went well….

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As the days have gone by, we are happier and happier with our decision.  For the extra money, we have peace of mind, a fuel efficient vehicle, and all needs for shelter, food preparation and storage,  comfortable rest, and entertainment (computer/internet/music) met in one place.  Next step is a test run!

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Deschutes River – Oregon

Traveling down dusty roads with three kayaks on the roof and one inside, Peter and I plus two of our children, Parker and Claire head off for the Tenino boat launch just south of the Wickiup Reservoir.

2015-08-18 21.14.16Once in our kayaks, we found the water to be swift and cool.  On closer inspection we saw what looked like algae particles suspended evenly throughout the water giving it an emerald color.

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As the river flowed sinuously northward at a steady clip, the banks were steep in places where they were eroded and volcanic sediments were layered in bands of a variety of tans.

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There were chipmunks bounding around in their condo-like holes which added to our enjoyment.

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DSCN7255  In places there were small marshes filled with the hum of insects and the occasional startled Great Blue heron.

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Strangely enough, one sharp meander seemed to be the Bend equivalent of a local brewpub, a gathering place for a variety of birds.

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While most of the 14 miles was unpopulated, there were places where vacation homes filled the banks. We had fun picking out our favorites and imagining what it would be like to live so close to the water.  What a dream fulfilled to be able to put in right from your own dock! Other than at the beginning of our trip, when we saw two fisherman in a drift boat on a marshy meander, the river was ours – no complaints and much surprise on the 93 degree Oregon day!

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Since we had put in rather late in the day, the sun’s lower angles created a blanketing golden warmth following us to our shuttle car at the Wyeth Campground. It was wonderful to share this long peaceful paddle with our kids.

How NOT to Run a Rapid – MA, CT

Some of us are cautious kayakers and some of us aren’t.  Those that aren’t are well aware of the watery consequences of their bravado. It’s hard to narrow down all the times that resulted in swimming, but I will have to start somewhere, so let it be the Ten Mile into the Housatonic River.  Generally a fairly easy Class I-II stream, but there’s this one spot.

It was cold and wintry when we first decided on this paddle.  I will gloss over the fact that the first time through, both of us swam. One of us is of a more conservative nature, and thought to portage the second time around. In other words, we had our own Darwinian experiment.

He almost made it.  Good control through the tough part and then, well, a too quick turn perpendicular to the flow of water and the rest is history!  Notice that he did try to lean away from the on-coming water, but just not fast enough.

Recently, we were paddling the stunningly beautiful Deerfield River in the northern Berkshires.  Zoar gap is quite famous, a narrowing of the Deerfield River that can get up to Class V in the spring, but is usually a III in flows of 800-1500 cfs.

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There was another problem. This time, it came right at the beginning of the run.  A quick turn from the eddy into very fast water, led to a immediate capsize. Never one to miss out on adventure, my friend decided to ride it out. Just seconds later, as he was ambling down the rapid, holding onto the kayak, and it hits a partly submerged rock creating a dramatic explosion.  He does the right thing, letting go of the boat and proceeds in what I would call a dapper manner looking as though he’s in a kayak. Nice move!

Just after this display of kayaking prowess, another friend heads down doing everything right.  He is upright and even in his kayak! Unfortunately, he takes in a lap-full of water with the first wave. While this would be no problem if we actually had white water spray skirts, we don’t.  We have the equivalent of mom and pop just-splash-us-a-wee-bit-because-we’re-not-made-for-the-big-stuff spray skirts and they do what mom and pops are know to do when the demands are great ie cave.

He manages to run the rest of the rapid, but when he turns just a tiny bit to pull out in the eddy, the weight of all that water is too much and down he goes.

The lesson? Unexpected swims should always be in gorgeous locations!

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The Yampa River – Colorado

The Yampa River in northwestern Colorado is touted as the largest free-flowing tributary of the Colorado, and this is largely true if one can ignore Stagecoach Reservoir, a small man-made lake near the Yampa’s headwaters.  The Yampa itself begins near the Town of the same name as the confluence of smaller creeks that drain the Flat Top Mountains to the west as it proceeds on its 170 mile course to join the Green River near the Utah border. It takes on a number of distinct personalities.  Flowing north from the town of Yampa, the river meanders through scenic pasture lands and aspen groves, interrupted by a section of hills, a small canyon, and the aforementioned reservoir.  Upon reaching the resort town of Steamboat Springs, the Yampa makes a quick left turn, and as it passes through town the current picks up providing some nice class I – III whitewater.  As it heads west out of Steamboat, the landscape quickly changes, becoming increasingly drier and flatter.  For its final 80 or so miles to its confluence with the Green, the Yampa winds through the spectacular canyonlands of Dinosaur National Monument, claimed to be one of the last, best wilderness rafting trips in the nation.

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          Heading out through the still waters of the channel that leads from        the lagoon at River Creek Park (the put-in location) to the main flow of        the Yampa 200 yards ahead.


Though is passes through the busy resort town of Steamboat Springs, flowing generally alongside or between US 40 and the Union Pacific Railroad tracks, I chose to paddle this section of the Yampa because of the excellent beginner to intermediate whitewater, and because the Yampa Valley Core Trail, a paved bike/walking path follows the river for all but a small section of the run, making for an easy bike shuttle.  After dropping my kayak and gear off in a secluded spot in River Creek Park on the east side of town, I drove west through the city of Steamboat Springs to the take-out location, an unmarked riverside park a half-mile or so past the end of the commercial zone on the west side of town.  Leaving my car there I pedaled back to the put in, an easy, level seven miles. I  scouted the tougher rapids in the heart of town as I made my way back.  The water level was about 1100 cfs, a bit below the normal of 1550 cfs for June 20, when the river is still running strong with snow-melt from the high peaks. This area  often receives 30 or more feet of snow each winter.  Still, this is much higher than when I ran it last year, several weeks later in the season, when the flow was ranging from 450 cfs down to as low as 175 cfs, barely passable with a lot of scratching and rock dodging.


So I was a bit anxious about how much tougher the rapids might be, how much bigger the waves, especially below some of the tougher class II+ drops in the center of town.  They didn’t look too bad from the shoreline or the pedestrian bridges that provide a great view of the key drops, but I figured I’d better wear my spray skirt.  I hadn’t needed the skirt the year before, when the water was lower – at most I’d ship a few quarts of water splashing through the bigger waves.  Now I was pretty sure that some of the waves might swamp me as I plunged over the drops and into the wave trains below.  Wise choice as it turned out…

I got back to the put in around noon, locked my bike to a tree, and loaded myself and my gear into the kayak.  It was a beautiful, cloudless day with shade temperature in the mid-80s and a light wind out of the north.  The lagoon where I launched provided a calm place to get everything adjusted, and as I left the park and highway behind and paddled the flat several hundred yard channel out to the river, I felt the bustle of the busy town of Steamboat recede and my energy was totally with my boat and the water beneath it.  Turns out this was to be the last calm water I’d see today.  Arriving at the main stream of the Yampa revealed what a difference 700 extra cubic feet per second of water can make in the speed of the current, not to mention changing the character of the river by, for instance, washing out many eddies and opening up smaller side channels.  This section of the river meanders through grassy meadows and wetlands, splitting into two main channels almost immediately – both are navigable and while the current is strong here there are no real rapids to speak of, only a few rocks to dodge.  This is a popular section with local anglers, and I saw over a dozen folks fly-fishing on this beautiful Friday afternoon. After about two miles of leisurely floating, a few small rapids (class I) woke me from my reverie, and I came around a right-hand turn to see the wood bridge that signifies the start of the “Town Run” that is so popular with locals on their inner tubes and paddle boards during the summer.  Surprisingly, however, the river traffic did not increase here as I’d expected and I saw only a few tubers and several other kayakers the rest of the way.  Pausing to admire the modern-yet-classic design of the bridge, I grabbed a quick snack and gulp of water, tightened up my spray skirt, and moved on toward the whitewater.

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  Modern wooden bridge spanning the Yampa, two miles below the put-in. This is also an alternate put-in for tubers and rafters.

Coming into downtown Steamboat Springs, the rapids increase in both number and fun.  Starting out as a few isolated class I to II- drops with nothing more than some waves to worry about, the current, quick as it was at this flow, rapidly propelled me into the more continuous run of class II water that told me I needed to stay alert.  Seemed to me that last year I’d had much more time between individual rapids, and the continuous sections were now a lot more continuous!  Many of the bigger drops had waves of 2 – 3 feet below them, and water frequently washed over my fore-deck and spray skirt.  The current splits into two approximately equal channels as the river flows around Railroad Island; I chose the right side as I recalled that’s where the channels rejoin below the island. The combined flow is forced sharply left and those in the left side channel have a particularly tight left turn to make at the end of a good class II drop.  At this flow rate there were fewer rocks to avoid, but it was difficult to move laterally in the channel quickly enough to always be in the optimal line for the next rapid.  And, with most of the familiar eddies washed out, it was difficult to find places to pause and survey downstream.  At one point I had to drive my kayak hard onto a sandy section of riverbank in order to get out of the current enough to put my paddle down, get a drink, and adjust my skirt.

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Passing through the heart of the city, between the shopping district on the right and Howelsen Park on the left, the rapids become more discrete, increasingly steep drops with reasonably calm pools in between.  The last two of these drops, down by the library and the stinky hot springs, I would rate as class II+, maybe class III- at 1150 cfs.  The biggest is about a three-foot drop contained in a channel that is only about 10 yards wide – a lot of water pouring through a small spout, producing a big hole followed by a train of three-foot waves.  By running these to the far left or right it is possible to avoid the big waves, but you run the risk of getting turned sideways and sucked into the mixmaster in the center – not a pleasant prospect.  So I took each of these drops head-on, thankful that I had a spray skirt.  With some hard paddling prior to reaching the drop I had enough momentum to easily penetrate the hole and blast through the waves that followed – but not without taking a load of water in my face and chest.  Without the skirt I would have been swamped several times over!  After shedding the water from the top of my spray skirt and taking a few moments in the rare eddy that I found behind a rock after the last big drop, I looked back and up at the pedestrian bridge and realized that I’d had an audience of a dozen or so people who were now applauding me and giving me the thumbs up.

20150624_125747      Tubers bouncing through some easy class I rapids just west of town.

Below the downtown rapids, the river eases up and the last three miles or so were mostly class II drops with quick current in between, though one tougher rapid comes in a hard left bend just as the river approaches some very modern-looking condos on the west side of town.  Increasingly, the banks become less developed, the valley widens, and the river widens as well, which in times of low water makes this a scratchy section.  Today, however, there was plenty of wet covering the river bed and I was able to enjoy a quick but relaxing cruise around the last few bends before dealing with a challenging landing.   The takeout on river right happens to be located adjacent to a modest class I+ rapid in the middle of a modest left turn.

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          Yampa at 450cfs at the take out. Note the ski area is visible in the background.

At lower water levels, e.g. 400 cfs, it is not hard to either run the rapid to far right and then pull quickly into an eddy and then pull out, or pull over right before the rapid into a little “harbor” that is out of the current.  This time, though, I could tell that if I ran the rapid I’d get pulled well past the take out area by the strong current – the helpful eddy having disappeared with the higher waters.  So, I managed to pull hard right onto the stony bank right before the rapid and jump out into the stiff current, somehow managing to avoid capsizing or slipping and falling into the river.  Once safely on the shore I took more than a few moments to enjoy the warm sun, the view of the mountains and surrounding valley, and the happy gurgling and splashing of the river in front of me.