To quote a great friend who thinks he was quoting Willie Kern..."Nothing has changed, yet nothing will ever be the same again"
Saturday night was the most exhausted I have ever been. Jim, Meaghan and I were sitting in the
apartment and I had to pinch myself to make sure I hadn't just
dreamt up what had happened that day. We finally got on John's Brook...
For those of you who don't know, John's Brook (at least to this
writer) is the "hallowed ground" for difficult, continuous, North East Class V
creeking. When I first started kayaking and heard that people ran this river (which I had hiked in and around before while doing the 46 high peaks) at first I didn't believe it. Once I got more into kayaking, I would think "Those guys must be nuts". Still the more I progressed as a boater, the more I thought "We gotta f#&kin' go!!!!" The past few years, we had talked about it, unsure if we were even up to the challenge. But Saturday we got our chance...
OK enough with the
bla bla bullshit about how I have thought this river was king shit for a while, I know you want to hear how it was. Hands down the most difficult river I have ever run in my life, and also the most fun!
The Tale:
So I'm coming down the hill into Keene Valley when I get this text from Jim: "You almost here yet?" Mind you this is at 10:03, 3 minutes after I am supposed to meet him so I know something is up. The night before and the whole ride over I had no inclination of running John's. Hitting the levels right is such a crap shoot. As I am coming down the road and can see the bridge, there is Jim in the middle of the road bouncing....we're in business. No sooner do I pull in, but so do 4 dudes from Vermont who have run it before...now we have guides. (This is the
excerpt where I have to thank them for leading us down. I hope the river karma pays you back 10 fold for it, because it is probably the worst river I can think of to lead a group of 6 down, much less 2 sketched out newbies). They tell us the level is "a juicy medium". After the short 4 mile hike up and in (sarcasm), we get to the put in, tired and pretty nervous. I remember the first 1/2 mile being gripped for class IV slides, but come on we are 5 miles up on JOHN'S! The next 1.5 miles is more slides and bolder gardens, ending in a rapid called "Energizer", which we walked. Thin line, but looked really fun. When we put back on from the portage there, it was nothing but full out class V moves to the bottom. I think I pinned/broached about 5 times total, but never swam or got out of the boat (other than when I pulled into a micro-eddy that was not wide enough to turn around in). I have to say I am pretty proud of the above statement. Jim did better, and should be damn proud too. Do yourself a favor and read a write-up on AW or
NPMB about this run. Many do not end up as well as ours did. That being said, we did not run every rapid, nor every rapid those in our party did. But that is part of trying to stay smart on a river that you are a little unsure if it is slightly over your head or not. Plus now we have a reason to go back.
About mile 4 and I am really starting to feel it. Every muscle in my body hurts, but mentally you are still just in that state where it is like: "Read, react, make the move, read, react,
boof, breath, punch, draw, read, paddle, eddy, huge smile to your friends, ferry, read..." By the time we got off, the river had dropped significantly, which is common for this run. The last mile would have been sick with more water, lots of fun
boof if you still have anything left for them. Truth be told, I don't know if I have been as happy to have run a river, yet as happy to be done as I was Saturday. It was a truly unforgettable experience, and I would
recommend that should you ever be faced with having to drive to Keene Valley from Rochester at 5AM, or wherever on a little faith, you do it. When you get on, it is so good (that's what she said).
Then to top off the weekend, Jim and I got on the South
Grasse Sunday, the highest I have ran it. Level was just over the heart on the rock at the take-out.
Bashford Falls (aka 31.092% chance of
boofing) was the best I have ever seen it. We both killed the
boof off the end, and then punched a big
beefeating hole at the bottom. It was awesome.
So, 3 NE/NY classics in 9 days....
wtf we gonna do next weekend???
LaFlair