Welcome to California
land of
the sieve,
please boat carefully
I've had California
dreams for
quite a while now and after teaching a class in San Francisco,
I was
pretty stoked to meet up with some friends and fire up my
first granite
whitewater.After the class I made a brief detour over to Zion
to do
some sick canyoneering and then back to the North Fork of the
American
River where I met up with my buddy Bryant Burkhardt for a run
on the
Chamberlain Falls section. There are two kinds of
class
4, there is class 4 with hard moves but not so bad
consequences,
and there is class 4 with easy moves but horrific
consequences. Chamberlains is absolutely the
latter.
Sieves, keeper holes, and pin spots abound. People
die
here, not often, but it happens.
Luckily I just bought a shiny new Jefe and I'm feeling pretty
invincible in it.
The only problem? I haven't been in my boat in 2 weeks,
which is
an eternity for me. I peel out feeling pretty
solid, and
drift casually toward the pillow coming off the first big rock
in the
first big rapid. The water is so silvery, so
beautiful.
Nonchalantly I ride slightly onto the pillow AND IT GRABS
ME!
Before I can say WTF? I'm getting sucked around the wrong side
of the
rock with a sieve visible just downstream. I crank
out of
the tight spot and back into the main flow, feeling pretty
shaken. Confidence doesn't paddle the boat, skills
and
muscles do, and I've been letting mine slack off.
Bryant gives me the beta at every major rapid, generally, it
goes like
this: "Eddy out on the right, drive left, then back to
right. If
you miss the drive there is either a: a bad pin spot someone
died in,
or b: a sieve someone died in." None of the moves were
hard, but
that sort of beta definitely makes your gonads tingle a
bit.
Bryant was really chill about it all, and I can only imagine
that cali
boaters think about sieves the same way we think about
wood.
Sure, it's dangerous, but you see it so much it's just not as
freaky
and maybe it ought to be.
Chamberlains tumbles down a steep deep granite canyon that is
very
beautiful. The first mile or two felt like about
75 feet
per mile, with several very good drops, including Chamberlain
falls. The falls looked so easy... and of course I
got
munched. I flipped in the cross currents and had a
really
hard time rolling up on the grabby eddylines below. It
felt like
someone was literally grabbing at my paddle and trying to pull
it
down. One of those rolls where you take a big loud
breath when
you finally pop up.
I made the stupid mistake of taking video (which I will never
use,
ever) instead of taking pictures so I don't really have much
of the run
shown at all. This is a classic typical rapid on
the
run. On this one you had to drop through a hole on
the far
side of the river, spin, ferry against the current mid rapid,
behind
the boulder, turn, and then run this side, threading between
two pin
spots. And if you didn't make the ferry? A
really
awful looking chute called the toaster slot, which was the
best
option. A little right of the toaster slot and you could
drop
into the pin spot of certain doom. Bryant says:
"we came
back with a comealong and we still couldn't get the boat out
of
there." Eeek. Like I said, easy moves,
horrible
consequences.
The granite boulders in here, and throughout the Sierras are
fascinating.
These boulders also make for some deceptively sticky
water.
I ran this ledge after Bryant. I had a ton of
speed and
boofed like there were pit vipers below me, landing
slightly off
balance my stern started sinking back into the
hole. Alarm
bells went off in my brain and I did something I haven't done
before, I leaned out away from the hole all the way over
on my
side and started just grabbing water, saying out loud "No, no,
no,
no!" (which must have been hillarious). Sculling
and
drawing like a madman I managed to pry my way out of the
hole,
instantly I hit a wave train, flipped, and rolled up just in
time to go
backwards through a narrow slot between two boulders finishing
the
whole thing off with a nice deep brace. Whew!
Even though I was boating like a total spaz that day, I
really
enjoyed my first ever California Sierra river and can't wait
to come
back and do more. Thanks Bryant for showing me the
lines.
Bryant Burkhardt is a lead instructor for California Canoe and
Kayak,
former US National kayak polo team player, and paddling
videographer, visit his blog Paddle
California
Bonus photo: Speaking of boating like a spaz, the
next day
I ran the Pilsbury run on the Eel river at
floodstage. Very
much a class 3, even at this level, I managed to get
weird on
this one too. In the final rapid I picked a line
where I
was going to try to drive hard between two lined up holes to
miss the
bottom one, shown here. You can see the top hole
on my
right, which I did miss. A second after this photo was
snapped I
was driving right and thought I was totally in the
clear.
Not! I drifted over what I thought was a wave only to
look
straight down into the deepest meatiest part of the
hole. I
fired up the afterburners and hit it with everything I
had, made
it to the top of the pile and just as I thought I was
through, it
literally threw me back into the pit, where I proceeded to
bounce
wildly like a piecc of popcorn, somehow never flipping
over. I remember being in there, seeing all that
brown
water rushing under me and thinking: "If I flip it's
gonna rip my
arms right off!" Luckily I bounced right into the
outflow. Thats about the worst line you could take
through
this rapid! Good times. Thanks to Jeff of Liquid Fusion
Kayaks for
doing the run with me. I can't wait to get
back to
Cali when I'm feeling a little more solid!
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