Kicking Horse River

Just For Kicks

(Excerpt)
By Laurel Archer
(from Paddle Quest:  Canada’s Best Canoe Routes)

We’re not stopping as we close in on Hopi’s Hole, Class III+/IV.  My mouth tastes like a desert.  The kayakers are yelling, “Just keep left!  The hole is on the right, but don’t go too far left!  There’s a ledge … blah, blah, blah ….”  I can’t hear the rest over the roar of water rushing down a canyon.  There’s a mass of waves taller than me, numerous boulders, and one big drop as far as I can see.  I’m backpaddling hard to avoid Hopi’s Hole, which is the size of a truck, when I encounter a herd of boulders.  “Where did they come from?” I ask myself.  I try to cheat by going to the left side.  Big mistake.  I get turned sideways, and just barely make an eddy, where I regain my composure.

Everyone’s gone and I have to make a tricky ferry to get out into the main flow.  I catch Brad and Matt, who is in the rescue kayak, a long minute later.  Brad suggests that I just head down the guts of the rapid the next time.  I nod in agreement and look down at my knees to see if my bailer is going to be big enough.

We run some fun, technical stuff for several kilometres.  I can feel saliva in my mouth again.  Still, I’m concerned about keeping up to the rafts.  They don’t need to eddy out and bail or stop and get refocused.  I wish we had Roy all to ourselves.

The continuous Class III sets get tiring.  My eyes feel strained as a result of constant vigilance.  One small error in judgment and I’ll be upside down.  Since Brad is following Matt, an expert kayaker from New Zealand, I follow them.  This helps my confidence.

Suddenly, just before a crucial manoeuvre has to be made, my bow kicks out.  I’m heading for a big boulder with a large hole behind it.  I back-ferry with all my might and make it safely into the eddy, where I bail like a paddlewheel.  I think I’m the clown in this rodeo.

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