I am an older newbie in my third season paddling and loving the sport.
I paddled Golden Wednesday afternoon. It was a rough one. I had been trying my limited play moves and was getting tired. I
figured I'd hit the #5 hole above the bleachers one more time. First time I dropped in, I got rolled immediately, rolled back up and went back. Same thing once more. I took one more jump in and again got
dumped. This time my roll just wouldn't hit. I tried it twice, next thing I knew I was barely up but broadsiding a large rock. Went over the rock landed upside down and got sucked back up against the rock in
the backwash eddy behind it. Couldn't hit my roll at all. Pulled the ring and swam for it losing boat and paddle in the process. Two shredders who were playing at the drop that began my epic battle peeled off and
chased my stuff downstream over a couple more drops including the drop at the bleachers. I swam to shore and ran down the sidewalk next to the river to catch up with these two guys. One guy t-bone pushed my boat to shallow water where I could just grab it while the other guy went even farther downstream to grab my paddle. They had to get out and haul themselves 100 yards back upstream to where they were
when I interrupted their fun. I thanked both guys for their outstanding efforts and both guys responded "No worries Bro, we've all been there." Got a bloody elbow and major fatigued shoulders, but what great
camaraderie from strangers. I can't think of better people in a better sport.
I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm not a spoon.