Originally Posted by hullflyer
Mut, would you like to tell the dog leash story?
Bwahhahahahahaaa. I'd love to. First, is hullflyer Carpel?
So there I was..... I was a SICK kayaker. I had been kayaking for 1 whole year, but i did manage to kayak every day for a few hours a day with some great boaters so I was able to progress failry quiclky. This was back in the day when the way you learned was to just follow your buddies. My "buddies" took me kayaking for the first time ever on Westwater in January (on mind altering substances).
Anyway.... There I was (again)..... It was my sencond season kayaking and peak water was over and Vallecito was coming back down. I had heard of the creek and was really excited to get in there. A Mr. Signorini took me down the run for the first time. We sat in the put in eddie and J-bo explained the entrance move to me. After a 30 second verbal scout we decided it would much more pure if I went first. So, I shoved off and BOOF- I stuck that shit. I also stuck the rest of the run. We got out to look at paddle bitch but otherwise I followed J-bo's lead and since he too is a sick (old) boater my lines were his lines and they were good lines. We got back to the parking lot, cracked a beer and beer and talked shit about women, how sick we are, how cool it is that i live in a tent... you know, quality kayak BS.
Ahh... the next i woke and could not wait to get back on the creek. J-bo was not available but lucky for me another sick (old) boater Mr. Carpel was available and willing to tkae this seasoned vetern down the run. Again, we sat in the put in eddie and then BOOF- I stuck that shit again!!
Then we got to Paddle Bitch. Things were going so good until i fliped near the top and ran the rapid upside down. Have I mentioned that I don't know how to roll? Well, I swam but luckily got out on a rock in the middle of the river. My sick creek boat (hurricane) went on without me. I managed to jump from the rock to shore and ended up on River left on the rock pile that fors the didlo rock at the bottom of the drop. There is a reason that the next rapid is called "No Way Out" becasue, there is no way out, unless you are a climber and have ropes and ascenders in your truck. Mike (stud) decided to paddle no way out alone and go to my truck to grad some climbing gear to get me out. On his way down he paused for a moment to grab my boat, empty it and put it on shore just above finish line.
Mike is really fast becasue I was not there that long before i hear someone yell rope and a throwbag with two ascenders on it gently comes to rest in front of my face (smile). The throw bag is maybe a 6mm rope. I am used to jugging on an 11mm rope. I was the most scared thinking that Mike is not a climber and I have no idea if he knows how to tie his shoes much less a knot. I rememebr saying to myself to just ignore everything and start to jug up that line. I went up the throwbag about 30 feet and then see that it is tied to a real climbing rope. Apparently all I had in my truck was a short old rope used to tow cars with. Anywak, it was nice and thick and I felt better. I passed the juggs over the knot and kept moving. Then the rock starts to go to slab and I see Mike standing there smiling (or laughing at me). Then I noticed that the rope was tied to the tree using a dog leash. Now, don't get me wrong. I was very happy that Mike saved my ass, but I could not belive that he used my dogs leash to tie off to the tree when i had a backpack full of webbing slings??????. All mike could say was, its made out of webbing. The only thing more disturbing than the leash was that it was tied onto the tree using some 2nd grade square knots.
After we coiled the rope, i climbed back down to the river, got in my boat and BOOF- stuck finish line.
Thank god for short term memory loss. I was right back up there the next day, and the next, and the next.
And, in case you didn't understand this post, Mike Carpel is the man.
Just so we are clear, this happened 14 years ago and I no longer live in a tent, but i am still SICK.