Fife Brook and a Dryway Preview

This past weekend, I went out to the Deerfield for two days of paddling, Saturday on Fife Brook with an AMC trip and Sunday on the Dryway on a cataraft with Patrick from the Northeast Paddlers' Message Board.

It was pouring for the drive out on Saturday morning, further complicated by the fact that from Acton to Leominster Route 2 has tire-width depressions that fill with water where you want your wheels to be forcing you to drive towards the middle or outside of your lane.

It was still soggy at the meeting place, where the nine kayakers and no open boaters got together, but by the time we put in the rain had stopped. Andy Novick, the intermediate course instructor which I found out on Friday that I had been accepted into, was part of the group. There were a few other familiar faces, including Rick from the Middleboro pool sessions (who is also in the intermediate course) and Doug from the beginner class.

We spent a lot of time at Hangover Helper as Andy instructed Doug and some others on ferries and got used to the playboat he was demoing. I got a couple rolls in after some stern squirts. Despite the rain, it wasn't too cold, so I wasn't unhappy about going under here, unlike last time.

We finally moved down the river after Shahan, Kathy, a co-leader for this trip and I attempted to get everyone to follow us downstream.

At the next playspot, I got a few good rides on the wave, and had more success after I started aiming for the rock that forms the tiny midriver eddy that accesses the wave instead of the eddy itself. We also had lunch here as it was already 1 pm.

At the top of Freight Train, I caught the wave that Tony and I had missed last time on the fly (the only way to get to it) but it flipped me over pretty quickly. I rolled, but I was down the river at that point and couldn't get back to it.

At the railroad bridge, I tried to surf some more in the big hole there, finally getting flipped over by it but it spit me right out just like the other times. I did a few more stern squirts, practiced some ferries and tried to talk people into going off the ropeswing under the bridge in their boats to no avail.

I caught the surfing waves just below the railroad bridge, which I thought would be the last action until the rock garden. However, the water was so high with all the rain that it was not boring at all and there were some waves.

In the rock garden, I got way ahead of the group as usual. Kathy and I were ahead of the group for most of the trip because we both tend to paddle in the pools when others just drift. (There should be more people like us). Shortly into the rock garden, I tried to do a stern squirt from a midriver eddy and flipped, washing into the current. I rolled and went down a ways and had to wait a long time for the group in an eddy because they had all pulled into an eddy between where I had flipped and where I ended up stopping to remove some layers because the sun had come out.

In the remainder of the rock garden, it was apparent that the water was high because some of the rocks were covered and there was one place right at the end where a really nice wave had formed. There were midriver eddies on both sides, but it looked like it might be a little hard to catch because it was near the top of the eddies and the current was strong. I was able to get onto it though, but quickly flushed out after trying to carve and then flipped, which I was not happy about because I did not think I should have flipped upon resuming my ferry.

I got a few surfs shortly below at Miami Beach, but again flushed out when I tried to carve. I don't know if I'm doing something wrong or if the waves were too angular and/or didn't have enough of a backwash to hold me there. The one I carved on the Sacandaga was actually more of a hole.

After the rapid below the island, it was on through the shallow part above the Gap, which was still really bony and got me hung up on rocks a couple times. A few people, including me, decided to run the Gap. I was supposed to follow Rick and we were going to run the tongue at the top, pull into the river left eddy and then go down the left side. I ended up going ahead of Rick and flipped over trying to pull into the highly aerated and swirly eddy. I missed a roll, and went through all three holes upside down in my boat, denting my helmet in the third one. I missed another two roll attempts at the bottom, but did get breaths (which is why I missed) before finally hitting one way below the drop in the rock garden below it. I was not pleased with this Gap run.

It was still a good day though, even though I have emphasized some areas I thought could have gone better. I thought my ferries were very good, particularly the one where I got to the wave at the bottom of the rock garden and the ones at Miami Beach.

On Sunday, I took a look at the whole Dryway with Patrick on his old cataraft, aka, floating strainer. It didn't look too bad. The main areas of concern for me in terms of running it in my kayak are the river wide hole at the bottom of Split Hair and the numerous pourovers in Labyrinth. Dragon's Tooth, which is the biggest rapid on the Dryway, didn't look too bad. The line is straight forward, and there are only two real moves to make, the first of which looks easy. There also appears to be a wider margin for error in terms of where exactly you must be there than there is in the Gap.

Patrick and I got done pretty quickly and after lamenting to him about my Gap run on Sunday, he suggested that I demo a creek boat and run it. I thought that was a good idea, so I went down to the Gap and got a Dagger Nomad. I paddled it between the bridge and the picnic area to get used to it a bit. I could roll it easily but noticed that it didn't turn as well as my Vision. I waited for the people from my group on Sunday to come down so I could run it with them, but the AMC beginners' class got down first, so I ran it with Artemis and Adrian. This time, I took the left side all the way, boofing into the eddy that flipped me instead of turning into it. I ran the left side clean, despite crashing into Adrian after I peeled out. (He didn't flip either). It felt great to finally run the Gap clean, even though it was with an easier boat for doing so. Maybe the boof line will make it easier to run it in my boat as well.

First Fife Brook Run of 2006

I signed up for a Fife Brook club trip this weekend with the AMC. With all of the rain on Wednesday, there was some doubt about whether or not the water would be too high for it.

The leader was Harland, the same leader as on the W. Branch Farmington trip last fall, so I was expecting an open-boat-heavy crowd. There were a lot of open boaters-six-but almost as many kayakers, five. We decided to go in two groups, determined by type of boat.

The kayakers consisted of myself, Conrad, Tony, a middle-age woman whose name I forget and her daughter who couldn't have been more than 11. (A future pro boater).

It was a cold morning, autumn-like, so the temperature did not make me want to do any practice rolls. Sure enough though, I blew a ferry at Hangover Helper and rolled right away (first attempt).

We got to the first playspot (Carbis Bend) and I got some good surfs on my initial rides. I did not stay on as well after the first three though. I stayed upright the whole time here.

We headed on down and Tony and I just missed what looked like a great surf wave at the top of Freight Train. I forgot about the big hole right before the railroad bridge and punched it. Then I tried to surf it a couple of times, but it spit me right out each time without flipping me. While the others were eating lunch, I did some stern squirts under the bridge, all but one of which resulted in a roll.

After lunch, we headed down and I did one more squirt and roll. We hit the few small surfable waves before the long, flat, shallow, boring stretch before the rock garden.

The rock garden had never been one of my favorite rapids on Fife Brook because I think people catch too many eddies there and go too slow as a result. This is still true of course--I opened up a big lead on the field during this portion--but I found that the rock garden has many good sidesurfing spots. I got two good sidesurfs, but I didn't keep my upstream edge up enough on the second one and got turned over, hitting the rock that was forming the hole. I couldn't locate any new scratches on my helmet though.

We came to Miami Beach, but I didn't manage to stay on the wave at all. I did stay upright though. The trip around the island and through the squirrelly spot where the channels come back together was uneventful.

After another long, flat, shallow, boring stretch (these are the reason some people hate Fife Brook), we reached the takeout above The Gap. I was unable to find anyone willing to run it, either from my group or another group of kayakers, some of whom I had met on the West. So I had to wait for the open boaters to come down, which took forever.

In the meantime, Tony decided he wanted to run it and found a stray kayaker named Alan who wanted to run it too. When the open boaters got there, we scouted it and they decided not to run it either. I was disappointed because I wanted to go down it following someone experienced, but we decided to run it anyway. One of the open boaters lowered his boat into The Gap with a rope to catch us/our boats if we swam.

After much deliberation, we decided to run a line just right of center, the idea being to just miss the holes to the right. The order was Tony, me, Alan. We got through the lead-in unscathed, unlike my attempt last fall, and proceeded down the initial tongue. I saw Tony go over in the first or second hole because he was too far left. I was too far left too and I believe I went over in the same spot. I was able to roll before the third hole, which impressed Alan a lot, but I was facing upstream when I came up and got flipped right back over by the bottom hole. I rolled again in the pool at the bottom, as did Tony. Alan stayed up the whole time, so the open boater did not get any rescue business.

I convinced Alan to go past the takeout with me down to the place where the railroad tracks cross the road, a portion I had not run since the first day of the beginner course last summer. We got a couple of extra surfs, including at least one sidesurf by me.

It was a fabulous day overall, no swims, each roll was on the first attempt and plenty of surfing.

T-ville Part 3

On Wednesday, Paul Satwicz, a neighbor and old-time kayaker, and I went down to T-ville to get some boating in. He had not paddled a whitewater river in 15-20 years, but had paddled a tidal rapid many times in that time.

When we got to the put-in, there were several other people with boats around there. Two of them headed up a path along the river looking for Cathy's Wave. We decided to follow suit.

We were instructed to walk up the path, then ferry over to the other side and keep walking up on another path there. We did that and walked up the other side until we ran into a rock wall on the side of the river. We put in here and were able to paddle upstream a ways to a spot with an artificial wall and a gazebo on the bank. There were a few waves here and it is the location of the beloved and mysterious Cathy's Wave (the level was a bit high, I guess, 4.8').

I flipped a couple of times trying to get to the smallish waves, not rolling until the third or fourth attempt on one of them. We then went down to another spot with some small waves. I didn't catch a ride on a wave at either spot. Paul said I wasn't angling my boat far enough upstream on my ferries. He said I was doing better at the second part, but it was still hard to get held on the small waves.

We then ran the rest of the river down to the main play spot. The bridge abutments were completely underwater except for one, which was forming a nasty roostertail. We ran the far right side, which is the normal route at low water and was really ripping. We then moved back to river left to run the rapid containing the play holes. We had time to try to hit the main play hole twice apiece and neither of us made it because of the rapidly rising and fast water and/or because we chickened out because of the hugeness of the hole.

Paul had a great time and I was happy to get his advice and to run as much of the river as we did. We will paddle together again, perhaps as soon as tomorrow (Sunday).