All of us are just between swims, in the river and in life, if you aren't, your just coasting. I have noticed an upswing in new American Male Immortality Complex cases, kids these days are soooo talented too. I always say that there is no pride lost in portaging, all you have to lose is your next chance at greatness or destruction, another opportunity will quickly present itself. I swam 1st falls(very sticky @ 450) after 5 years, bumped a FU rock and plugged it, my playboating buddy couldn't quite boof me and swam instantly.
An afternoon no eddy no portage sprint turned into a shitshow, nuttin like sprinting out a broke boat with your friend in his kingpin boofing his way to freedom ahead of you. This could have all had a much different result, too few of us are truly prepared for the situations that readily present themselves on the river. Death is only tough on those left behind, especially when we feel personally responsible for a tragedy. We can only do our best to help guide all these careless youngins towards a lifelong experience VS a park-n-huck early ending. If we do good maybe one of those strong young bucks will be there to save our old compressed asses.
When I started paddling I taught myself, friends, brothers, I had no mentor till Dale(wavetech) took pity and gave me some pointers, my next mentor was Fred Z, he unknowingly took my bro & I down Bailey for the first time,(550cfs pm sprint/portage),Fuck yeah FRED, I learn every bit I can from every gray haired or youngin kayaker I meet. I love paddling with wise, confident, humble, maniacal, obsessed boaters and foolish youngins alike, but, I have a question.
Are all kayakers ASSHOLES or are all kayakers ASSHOLES?