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Life & Times of a Rafter

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

Back in ‘94 I went on my first rafting trip on the Upper Gauley.  I was 16 and a little nervous about what might go on.  Though I still wanted to experience the Gauley and what it was all about.   We went with Rivers and the experience there was just fantastic.  Though I fell out at Sweets Falls, I still loved it.  I went back the next year and had a blast.  I had done some other smaller stuff a few times.    

14 years later, my sister and I decided to go back to the river we loved the most.  The Gauley.  We got a nice group of people who wanted to go with us.  Some who had been with us before and some new ones (mostly family).  Two of them were not old enough to do the Upper Gauley and also many were not ready for that section, so we decided to head out to the Lower Gauley.   
 

Two months after the talking, we headed down the day before the trip.  We used River Expeditions because of how well we were treated and how great the guides were before at Rivers.  We got in around 8pm and checked in and went to our cabins.  Last time we went we had used tents and campers.  We took a look to see just bunks.  I was like yes lol, this should be fun.  Luckily it rained so it felt a little less muggy.  I had no complaints though…    So about 5am (4 hours before signing in), I woke up and just relaxed.  I am used to getting up early.   Then about 6 am, I got my best friend up and we started to get some stuff done, and check out the outfitter store and get some quick bites to eat. 
After everyone got ready, we headed around 9am down to get signed in and get our gear.  It actually felt nice out so I decided to just get the wet suit.   We got on the bus and had the usual lovely bus ride to the put in.  Many for the first time went over the New River Gorge Bridge.  It looks so beautiful when you see the fog down below.  Also checking out the begining of the Gauley River.  I had noticed that the water does not come out through  the pipes but now underground.   I really did miss that put in :) , always a blast.  Plus we had our serious saftey talk :)

Got to the put in, and met up with our guide Tyler.   Got our little chat and headed out on the river.   We were getting our chat about what to do when our one guy fell out of the boat before anything even major…  Got through Backender okay , then we headed to Koontz Flume.  Things started out fine until my nephew in the front decided to stop paddling and we about hit the huge wave sideways.  Luckily we were able to turn it around.  After that we hit things really well.  Canyon Doors was very beautiful.  Just looking around in general was a wonderful sight.  The fog coming around the top of the hills just made the day even better.

After Diagonal Ledges we hit our first surfing wave.  I almost went in, but my b/f was able to save me.  Though on Lower Mash our other boat got most of their guys out when surfing.    We had a great lunch after that.  The food was wonderful and well prepared thanks to the guides.  After that we went through a couple more awesome rapids.   The last big one Pure Screaming Hell was up; I had been waiting for this all day.  I have heard and watched videos of it.  We came in good, though we hit off the side of it.  It still packed a powerful punch.   Right after that, we hit a nice surfing hole.   We went in three times.  The last one our boat almost flipped.     Finally my b/f and I did some riding of the bull.   I went first and went up on the sliding rock.  Almost went in, but was able to hold my balance.  My bf did the last rapid and went in.   At that point we headed back got some drinks, and took the bus trip to camp.  

Got back hurried out of my suit got a nice warm shower and headed to the Red Dog with the crew and watched our video.  Dan did an awesome job on it.  We had our steak dinner and everyone was very well pleased.  We relaxed and then called it early for the night.  

We got up around 7 and started to get last minute stuff from the store and packed.  It was one rainy morning.  Left out and got some good breakfast from Biscuit World.  Got back around 5 or so today the 26th. 

I would like to thank the Staff at River Expeditions, our guide Tyler who made a great time and for the guide who was in our other boat (sorry I was not able to get the name but they were with the Shippy group), our Videoman Dan, who did a outstanding job, for  such a great time.  We chose to come back to you guys for a reason.  We will be back again next year for the Upper Gauley and maybe even the New hopefully.  

Kelly G.

Good Golly, Miss Gauley

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Getting back on the Gauley River after missing the 2008 season entirely, it all came flooding back; the reason I love the Gauley… there’s nothing else like it! 

My day started early with fog and chilly temperatures, so I donned my paddling suit (aptly nicknamed my ‘ninja’ suit) over top many layers of polypro and fleece.  As a single rafter, I joined a group of seven other rafters who quickly became my friends.  My guide, Prudent Paul, definitely knew his stuff which is why their group had been rafting with Paul for many years.  Personally, I like to ride with different guides each time but nonetheless no two river trips are ever the same and some folks have their favorites.  This time was no different. 

After picking up a few swimmers from our raft just below Sweets Falls, we began making our way to lunch.  Although I’m clumsy by nature, I must have been overly excited to get my grilled cheeseburger because I slipped and fell despite the aid of a guide rope and an actual guide’s hand (I almost dragged him down with me).  Lunch is as much a part of the Gauley experience as rafting for me.  There’s nothing like being perched atop the cliffs above a Class V+ rapid watching and cheering as other rafters make the descent over Sweets Falls… on the sunny side of the river, no less! 

After lunch, I was more careful getting back to the raft, although I noticed that I had ripped the crotch out of my ninja pants during my fall.  Thank goodness for those layers, right?!  The second half of the day was great also with swimmers rapid and jump rock.  I hated for it to end, but the promise of a cold beverage was an encouraging factor.  Overall, I had a terrific day on the river and hope to get back out there at least one more time this season!

Hjo

Wahoo, Indeed

Monday, September 7th, 2009

I sat on the edge of the ruby red raft, my shaking hands gripping the paddle hard in a white-knuckle death grip, my arms so rigid with anticipation and energy, they were paralyzed to follow commands; my head racing with the computation of so many possible bad outcomes, my ears were deaf to the guide’s onslaught of shouted instruction. And it happened.  We entered the first rapid, a large Class III, and the waves began to batter the impossibly-small raft. How small was this raft? Fourteen feet? Twelve? Eight? Not big enough, by far! Plunging down the high country desert river at blurry speeds, my eyes stung by the force of the water, my nostrils filled with the frigid meltwater. I felt I was a small child again, dunked over and over again in the town pool by the big bully who felt best when he emasculated all of us who were smaller, nearly drowning us in front of the pretty girls, and by “us,” I mean “me.” There I was again, emasculated, breath gulped in ragged mouthfuls in the infinitesimally small pauses between blasts of raging whitewater.  And then it was over.  How long it took us to negotiate the rapid, I have no recollection. Knowing what I now know about rivers and whitewater, probably 20-30 seconds. But they were the best 20-30 seconds of my life.

I have gone skydiving, with a 45-second freefall. I have done aerobatics in a biplane, feeling the alternation between zero gravity and 3-4 G as we did loops across the sky. I have watched my bride walk the aisle toward me in a beautiful white dress. I have become a whitewater raft guide. And all of these achievements, these wonderful moments in time, came because I plopped my butt on the edge of a ruby red raft and descended the Deschutes River with my life and my trust in the hands of a wonderful raft guide in Oregon in the summer of 1999.

Eventually, I came to West Virginia and trained to guide whitewater, and have run thousands of people down the New and Gauley Rivers. Many have told me it was the best time they’ve ever had. But I wonder how many people have had an epiphany or that once-in-a-lifetime moment, a Wahoo to top all Wahoos?

It’s obvious that, by the end of my very first rapid, the thrill and the doubt, the faith and trust in the absolute unknown, had gotten to me. I had my Wahoo. I quickly turned to the guide and asked “How many more rapids are there?”  “A lot,” was the response. “And they get bigger, too!”  There have been a lot, indeed. And they do get bigger. But, I don’t know if they’ll ever get better than the one that made me what I am today, the first one.

 - Jason “Jake” Reott

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