Ocoee Surge

Well, it’s been a crazy month!  From the beginning, I had a feeling it would be crazy.  It all started with what we thought would be a normal day on the river.  It was everything but normal.  We put in at the Ocoee River, like we always do, and being a dam released river we are used to the same flows (between 800 and 1800).  Getting into my boat at the put-in, I hear a raft guide talking about how the upper has just got to the middle and it is surging right in front of our eyes.  We just thought that it was going from 800 cfs to 1200 cfs.  We were wrong!  As we peeled out down Grumpy’s, we quickly realized that it was well over 1200 cfs.  Continuing our paddle down to staging eddy we knew we were going in for a ride, but there was no sign of danger and all the rafts were still operating as normal, so on to Broken Nose we went.  Arriving at Broken Nose was where I realized the water was easily exceeding 3000cfs.  The water was changing dramatically, causing boats to get pushed left into a rock on the left side of Broken Nose.  We eddied out on river right and I heard someone say that they stopped all raft tours because the water was too high.  Proceeding to Slice and Dice, I was telling a friend that I didn’t want to get stuck in the bottom hole between Broken Nose and Slice and Dice.  The good news is I didn’t get stuck in that hole, but I did get stuck in the one above it.  After a surf there, we were having a blast, but with the thought of the river rising in the back of our minds, we were cautious.  We arrived at the rapid Flipper and normally you could boof a sneak on the left or just drop right in the middle for a ride. With the water this high we decided to scout.  Looking at the boof, we were glad we got out.  The ledge that we normally boof was now a low head dam type of hole. We found a line on the far right that was doable, so we went for it.  It turned out to be super fun!  Heart’s pumping and nerves on edge, we stopped at Go Forth to drain our boats and take a breather.  When we pulled up we quickly realized that the water was so high we could paddle all the way under the bridge.  Normally you wouldn’t be able to do this.  Nervous but ready for more, we continued down to Table Saw.   My initial thought was to eddy out above the rapid but my crew was continuing down without stopping.  I followed a friend down and about half way in the rapid I see him getting pushed from far river left on the rapid to far river right, really quickly.  I knew then that I was going on another ride.  I pointed my boat toward river left because I didn’t want the lateral to flip me over.  As soon as I hit that lateral it forced me to the right, really fast, right into the sieve rock and flipped me over.  I went for a back deck roll immediately and failed, so I switched to a C to C for better purchase, and failed two more times.  Thinking I was going to swim down the next couple of rapids, I had to get up. One more roll and I was relieved to get air and paddling hard to keep from going down the next rapid backwards.  Once in an eddy, I needed a break!  We sat and watched raft after raft getting beat down at Table Saw and one even resulted in a tragedy which we were unaware of until we got a little further down river, making the rest of the run a little eerie.  Looking at every boof that we were used to boofing completely under water, we finally came to Hell Hole and boy was it a blast!   During this entire episode I loaned my brand new, never used Jackson Dynamic Duo to my friends for the run, and what a run it was for them.  By the end of the day they were surfing Power House and having a fantastic day on the river. Later that day we found out that the surge happened because of a broken generator.  Apparently they set off warning sirens but only on the upper section and where we couldn’t hear them, at that time.  Running rivers is always a risk, and sometimes can be deadly, but we take those chances for the reward of this sport.  Two weeks later I took my son down the Ocoee River and had an excellent time!  It remains one of my favorite training rivers.Check out the video on the right or with this link  http://youtu.be/YAvLuHbkSsY?list=UU1IWhAV2wQhYEB7-LZXYxww

Ocoee Surge

Well, it’s been a crazy month!  From the beginning, I had a feeling it would be crazy.  It all started with what we thought would be a normal day on the river.  It was everything but normal.  We put in at the Ocoee River, like we always do, and being a dam released river we are used to the same flows (between 800 and 1800).  Getting into my boat at the put-in, I hear a raft guide talking about how the upper has just got to the middle and it is surging right in front of our eyes.  We just thought that it was going from 800 cfs to 1200 cfs.  We were wrong!  As we peeled out down Grumpy’s, we quickly realized that it was well over 1200 cfs.  Continuing our paddle down to staging eddy we knew we were going in for a ride, but there was no sign of danger and all the rafts were still operating as normal, so on to Broken Nose we went.  Arriving at Broken Nose was where I realized the water was easily exceeding 3000cfs.  The water was changing dramatically, causing boats to get pushed left into a rock on the left side of Broken Nose.  We eddied out on river right and I heard someone say that they stopped all raft tours because the water was too high.  Proceeding to Slice and Dice, I was telling a friend that I didn’t want to get stuck in the bottom hole between Broken Nose and Slice and Dice.  The good news is I didn’t get stuck in that hole, but I did get stuck in the one above it.  After a surf there, we were having a blast, but with the thought of the river rising in the back of our minds, we were cautious.  We arrived at the rapid Flipper and normally you could boof a sneak on the left or just drop right in the middle for a ride. With the water this high we decided to scout.  Looking at the boof, we were glad we got out.  The ledge that we normally boof was now a low head dam type of hole. We found a line on the far right that was doable, so we went for it.  It turned out to be super fun!  Heart’s pumping and nerves on edge, we stopped at Go Forth to drain our boats and take a breather.  When we pulled up we quickly realized that the water was so high we could paddle all the way under the bridge.  Normally you wouldn’t be able to do this.  Nervous but ready for more, we continued down to Table Saw.   My initial thought was to eddy out above the rapid but my crew was continuing down without stopping.  I followed a friend down and about half way in the rapid I see him getting pushed from far river left on the rapid to far river right, really quickly.  I knew then that I was going on another ride.  I pointed my boat toward river left because I didn’t want the lateral to flip me over.  As soon as I hit that lateral it forced me to the right, really fast, right into the sieve rock and flipped me over.  I went for a back deck roll immediately and failed, so I switched to a C to C for better purchase, and failed two more times.  Thinking I was going to swim down the next couple of rapids, I had to get up. One more roll and I was relieved to get air and paddling hard to keep from going down the next rapid backwards.  Once in an eddy, I needed a break!  We sat and watched raft after raft getting beat down at Table Saw and one even resulted in a tragedy which we were unaware of until we got a little further down river, making the rest of the run a little eerie.  Looking at every boof that we were used to boofing completely under water, we finally came to Hell Hole and boy was it a blast!   During this entire episode I loaned my brand new, never used Jackson Dynamic Duo to my friends for the run, and what a run it was for them.  By the end of the day they were surfing Power House and having a fantastic day on the river. Later that day we found out that the surge happened because of a broken generator.  Apparently they set off warning sirens but only on the upper section and where we couldn’t hear them, at that time.  Running rivers is always a risk, and sometimes can be deadly, but we take those chances for the reward of this sport.  Two weeks later I took my son down the Ocoee River and had an excellent time!  It remains one of my favorite training rivers.Check out the video on the right or with this link  http://youtu.be/YAvLuHbkSsY?list=UU1IWhAV2wQhYEB7-LZXYxww

Ocoee Surge

Well, it’s been a crazy month!  From the beginning, I had a feeling it would be crazy.  It all started with what we thought would be a normal day on the river.  It was everything but normal.  We put in at the Ocoee River, like we always do, and being a dam released river we are used to the same flows (between 800 and 1800).  Getting into my boat at the put-in, I hear a raft guide talking about how the upper has just got to the middle and it is surging right in front of our eyes.  We just thought that it was going from 800 cfs to 1200 cfs.  We were wrong!  As we peeled out down Grumpy’s, we quickly realized that it was well over 1200 cfs.  Continuing our paddle down to staging eddy we knew we were going in for a ride, but there was no sign of danger and all the rafts were still operating as normal, so on to Broken Nose we went.  Arriving at Broken Nose was where I realized the water was easily exceeding 3000cfs.  The water was changing dramatically, causing boats to get pushed left into a rock on the left side of Broken Nose.  We eddied out on river right and I heard someone say that they stopped all raft tours because the water was too high.  Proceeding to Slice and Dice, I was telling a friend that I didn’t want to get stuck in the bottom hole between Broken Nose and Slice and Dice.  The good news is I didn’t get stuck in that hole, but I did get stuck in the one above it.  After a surf there, we were having a blast, but with the thought of the river rising in the back of our minds, we were cautious.  We arrived at the rapid Flipper and normally you could boof a sneak on the left or just drop right in the middle for a ride. With the water this high we decided to scout.  Looking at the boof, we were glad we got out.  The ledge that we normally boof was now a low head dam type of hole. We found a line on the far right that was doable, so we went for it.  It turned out to be super fun!  Heart’s pumping and nerves on edge, we stopped at Go Forth to drain our boats and take a breather.  When we pulled up we quickly realized that the water was so high we could paddle all the way under the bridge.  Normally you wouldn’t be able to do this.  Nervous but ready for more, we continued down to Table Saw.   My initial thought was to eddy out above the rapid but my crew was continuing down without stopping.  I followed a friend down and about half way in the rapid I see him getting pushed from far river left on the rapid to far river right, really quickly.  I knew then that I was going on another ride.  I pointed my boat toward river left because I didn’t want the lateral to flip me over.  As soon as I hit that lateral it forced me to the right, really fast, right into the sieve rock and flipped me over.  I went for a back deck roll immediately and failed, so I switched to a C to C for better purchase, and failed two more times.  Thinking I was going to swim down the next couple of rapids, I had to get up. One more roll and I was relieved to get air and paddling hard to keep from going down the next rapid backwards.  Once in an eddy, I needed a break!  We sat and watched raft after raft getting beat down at Table Saw and one even resulted in a tragedy which we were unaware of until we got a little further down river, making the rest of the run a little eerie.  Looking at every boof that we were used to boofing completely under water, we finally came to Hell Hole and boy was it a blast!   During this entire episode I loaned my brand new, never used Jackson Dynamic Duo to my friends for the run, and what a run it was for them.  By the end of the day they were surfing Power House and having a fantastic day on the river. Later that day we found out that the surge happened because of a broken generator.  Apparently they set off warning sirens but only on the upper section and where we couldn’t hear them, at that time.  Running rivers is always a risk, and sometimes can be deadly, but we take those chances for the reward of this sport.  Two weeks later I took my son down the Ocoee River and had an excellent time!  It remains one of my favorite training rivers.Check out the video on the right or with this link  http://youtu.be/YAvLuHbkSsY?list=UU1IWhAV2wQhYEB7-LZXYxww

Ocoee Surge

Well, it’s been a crazy month!  From the beginning, I had a feeling it would be crazy.  It all started with what we thought would be a normal day on the river.  It was everything but normal.  We put in at the Ocoee River, like we always do, and being a dam released river we are used to the same flows (between 800 and 1800).  Getting into my boat at the put-in, I hear a raft guide talking about how the upper has just got to the middle and it is surging right in front of our eyes.  We just thought that it was going from 800 cfs to 1200 cfs.  We were wrong!  As we peeled out down Grumpy’s, we quickly realized that it was well over 1200 cfs.  Continuing our paddle down to staging eddy we knew we were going in for a ride, but there was no sign of danger and all the rafts were still operating as normal, so on to Broken Nose we went.  Arriving at Broken Nose was where I realized the water was easily exceeding 3000cfs.  The water was changing dramatically, causing boats to get pushed left into a rock on the left side of Broken Nose.  We eddied out on river right and I heard someone say that they stopped all raft tours because the water was too high.  Proceeding to Slice and Dice, I was telling a friend that I didn’t want to get stuck in the bottom hole between Broken Nose and Slice and Dice.  The good news is I didn’t get stuck in that hole, but I did get stuck in the one above it.  After a surf there, we were having a blast, but with the thought of the river rising in the back of our minds, we were cautious.  We arrived at the rapid Flipper and normally you could boof a sneak on the left or just drop right in the middle for a ride. With the water this high we decided to scout.  Looking at the boof, we were glad we got out.  The ledge that we normally boof was now a low head dam type of hole. We found a line on the far right that was doable, so we went for it.  It turned out to be super fun!  Heart’s pumping and nerves on edge, we stopped at Go Forth to drain our boats and take a breather.  When we pulled up we quickly realized that the water was so high we could paddle all the way under the bridge.  Normally you wouldn’t be able to do this.  Nervous but ready for more, we continued down to Table Saw.   My initial thought was to eddy out above the rapid but my crew was continuing down without stopping.  I followed a friend down and about half way in the rapid I see him getting pushed from far river left on the rapid to far river right, really quickly.  I knew then that I was going on another ride.  I pointed my boat toward river left because I didn’t want the lateral to flip me over.  As soon as I hit that lateral it forced me to the right, really fast, right into the sieve rock and flipped me over.  I went for a back deck roll immediately and failed, so I switched to a C to C for better purchase, and failed two more times.  Thinking I was going to swim down the next couple of rapids, I had to get up. One more roll and I was relieved to get air and paddling hard to keep from going down the next rapid backwards.  Once in an eddy, I needed a break!  We sat and watched raft after raft getting beat down at Table Saw and one even resulted in a tragedy which we were unaware of until we got a little further down river, making the rest of the run a little eerie.  Looking at every boof that we were used to boofing completely under water, we finally came to Hell Hole and boy was it a blast!   During this entire episode I loaned my brand new, never used Jackson Dynamic Duo to my friends for the run, and what a run it was for them.  By the end of the day they were surfing Power House and having a fantastic day on the river. Later that day we found out that the surge happened because of a broken generator.  Apparently they set off warning sirens but only on the upper section and where we couldn’t hear them, at that time.  Running rivers is always a risk, and sometimes can be deadly, but we take those chances for the reward of this sport.  Two weeks later I took my son down the Ocoee River and had an excellent time!  It remains one of my favorite training rivers.Check out the video on the right or with this link  http://youtu.be/YAvLuHbkSsY?list=UU1IWhAV2wQhYEB7-LZXYxww

Weekend Getaway By Lyle Morris

Weekend Getaway

At the end of every week, I load my kayak onto my truck and hit the road. I anxiously make the short, one-hour drive to my favorite “weekend getaway.” This special place is an oasis of the simpler things, in a world which seems to revolve around money and jobs. This stretch of serene whitewater starts high in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and ends up flowing through beautiful Ellijay, Georgia. This river is known as “The Cartecay.” It holds a special place in my heart. It is where my best friends and I met, and where we set up camp for our weekends of whitewater kayaking. We set up our tents and hammocks in a small clearing by the river, which radiates with good vibes. Like hobbits in The Shire, we make ourselves at home. A thick shield of hardwoods and underbrush serve as a barrier between the outside world and us. The cool, clear water of the river flows endlessly through the tranquil setting. It, along with the fire which blazes, eases the mind. This beautiful place allows me to forget about the troubles of routine life. There is no judgment here. There is only acceptance. Here, I am safe in Mother Nature’s arms.

The river features several whitewater rapids just upstream from our campsite. Slick, moss-covered boulders resting in the path of the flowing water have created challenging, but safe class II+ rapids. As the water nears these large rocks it picks up speed, while being funneled to the path of least resistance. The roaring whitewater rushing over the boulders creates a scene of organized chaos. This is where the raw power and freedom of nature can be experienced first-hand. These rapids are where many people fall in love with the sport of kayaking. Watching people conquer their fears and paddle through these hidden gems is amazing. With both hands thrust toward the sky, they often let out a barbaric yelp of victory. The passion pulsating through their body at that moment is what keeps them coming back.

The rapids and camping at the Cartecay are outstanding, but the people are what really make it so special. This group of twenty or so misfits was complete strangers to me just a year ago. Today, they are closer than family. Our bond is unbreakable. We are all from different walks of life, but somehow we mesh seamlessly. When we are together at the Cartecay, the problems of the routine world escape me. I walk around as if a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I am truly happy.

Most humans desire something to help them escape the stresses and monotony of routine life. Luckily, I have found a place only a short drive away which caters to my every need. The Cartecay has given me far more than I could have ever expected. It provides a campground which is a perfect spot for my group of friends to relax after a fun day on the river. The very act of spending time in nature is relaxing and good for the soul. The lessons to be learned at such a place are endless. Every return trip is an adventure in progress. I will forever cherish the Cartecay River.

Written By Lyle Morris

Weekend Getaway By Lyle Morris

Weekend Getaway

At the end of every week, I load my kayak onto my truck and hit the road. I anxiously make the short, one-hour drive to my favorite “weekend getaway.” This special place is an oasis of the simpler things, in a world which seems to revolve around money and jobs. This stretch of serene whitewater starts high in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and ends up flowing through beautiful Ellijay, Georgia. This river is known as “The Cartecay.” It holds a special place in my heart. It is where my best friends and I met, and where we set up camp for our weekends of whitewater kayaking. We set up our tents and hammocks in a small clearing by the river, which radiates with good vibes. Like hobbits in The Shire, we make ourselves at home. A thick shield of hardwoods and underbrush serve as a barrier between the outside world and us. The cool, clear water of the river flows endlessly through the tranquil setting. It, along with the fire which blazes, eases the mind. This beautiful place allows me to forget about the troubles of routine life. There is no judgment here. There is only acceptance. Here, I am safe in Mother Nature’s arms.

The river features several whitewater rapids just upstream from our campsite. Slick, moss-covered boulders resting in the path of the flowing water have created challenging, but safe class II+ rapids. As the water nears these large rocks it picks up speed, while being funneled to the path of least resistance. The roaring whitewater rushing over the boulders creates a scene of organized chaos. This is where the raw power and freedom of nature can be experienced first-hand. These rapids are where many people fall in love with the sport of kayaking. Watching people conquer their fears and paddle through these hidden gems is amazing. With both hands thrust toward the sky, they often let out a barbaric yelp of victory. The passion pulsating through their body at that moment is what keeps them coming back.

The rapids and camping at the Cartecay are outstanding, but the people are what really make it so special. This group of twenty or so misfits was complete strangers to me just a year ago. Today, they are closer than family. Our bond is unbreakable. We are all from different walks of life, but somehow we mesh seamlessly. When we are together at the Cartecay, the problems of the routine world escape me. I walk around as if a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I am truly happy.

Most humans desire something to help them escape the stresses and monotony of routine life. Luckily, I have found a place only a short drive away which caters to my every need. The Cartecay has given me far more than I could have ever expected. It provides a campground which is a perfect spot for my group of friends to relax after a fun day on the river. The very act of spending time in nature is relaxing and good for the soul. The lessons to be learned at such a place are endless. Every return trip is an adventure in progress. I will forever cherish the Cartecay River.

Written By Lyle Morris

Weekend Getaway By Lyle Morris

Weekend Getaway

At the end of every week, I load my kayak onto my truck and hit the road. I anxiously make the short, one-hour drive to my favorite “weekend getaway.” This special place is an oasis of the simpler things, in a world which seems to revolve around money and jobs. This stretch of serene whitewater starts high in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and ends up flowing through beautiful Ellijay, Georgia. This river is known as “The Cartecay.” It holds a special place in my heart. It is where my best friends and I met, and where we set up camp for our weekends of whitewater kayaking. We set up our tents and hammocks in a small clearing by the river, which radiates with good vibes. Like hobbits in The Shire, we make ourselves at home. A thick shield of hardwoods and underbrush serve as a barrier between the outside world and us. The cool, clear water of the river flows endlessly through the tranquil setting. It, along with the fire which blazes, eases the mind. This beautiful place allows me to forget about the troubles of routine life. There is no judgment here. There is only acceptance. Here, I am safe in Mother Nature’s arms.

The river features several whitewater rapids just upstream from our campsite. Slick, moss-covered boulders resting in the path of the flowing water have created challenging, but safe class II+ rapids. As the water nears these large rocks it picks up speed, while being funneled to the path of least resistance. The roaring whitewater rushing over the boulders creates a scene of organized chaos. This is where the raw power and freedom of nature can be experienced first-hand. These rapids are where many people fall in love with the sport of kayaking. Watching people conquer their fears and paddle through these hidden gems is amazing. With both hands thrust toward the sky, they often let out a barbaric yelp of victory. The passion pulsating through their body at that moment is what keeps them coming back.

The rapids and camping at the Cartecay are outstanding, but the people are what really make it so special. This group of twenty or so misfits was complete strangers to me just a year ago. Today, they are closer than family. Our bond is unbreakable. We are all from different walks of life, but somehow we mesh seamlessly. When we are together at the Cartecay, the problems of the routine world escape me. I walk around as if a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I am truly happy.

Most humans desire something to help them escape the stresses and monotony of routine life. Luckily, I have found a place only a short drive away which caters to my every need. The Cartecay has given me far more than I could have ever expected. It provides a campground which is a perfect spot for my group of friends to relax after a fun day on the river. The very act of spending time in nature is relaxing and good for the soul. The lessons to be learned at such a place are endless. Every return trip is an adventure in progress. I will forever cherish the Cartecay River.

Written By Lyle Morris

Weekend Getaway By Lyle Morris

Weekend Getaway

At the end of every week, I load my kayak onto my truck and hit the road. I anxiously make the short, one-hour drive to my favorite “weekend getaway.” This special place is an oasis of the simpler things, in a world which seems to revolve around money and jobs. This stretch of serene whitewater starts high in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and ends up flowing through beautiful Ellijay, Georgia. This river is known as “The Cartecay.” It holds a special place in my heart. It is where my best friends and I met, and where we set up camp for our weekends of whitewater kayaking. We set up our tents and hammocks in a small clearing by the river, which radiates with good vibes. Like hobbits in The Shire, we make ourselves at home. A thick shield of hardwoods and underbrush serve as a barrier between the outside world and us. The cool, clear water of the river flows endlessly through the tranquil setting. It, along with the fire which blazes, eases the mind. This beautiful place allows me to forget about the troubles of routine life. There is no judgment here. There is only acceptance. Here, I am safe in Mother Nature’s arms.

The river features several whitewater rapids just upstream from our campsite. Slick, moss-covered boulders resting in the path of the flowing water have created challenging, but safe class II+ rapids. As the water nears these large rocks it picks up speed, while being funneled to the path of least resistance. The roaring whitewater rushing over the boulders creates a scene of organized chaos. This is where the raw power and freedom of nature can be experienced first-hand. These rapids are where many people fall in love with the sport of kayaking. Watching people conquer their fears and paddle through these hidden gems is amazing. With both hands thrust toward the sky, they often let out a barbaric yelp of victory. The passion pulsating through their body at that moment is what keeps them coming back.

The rapids and camping at the Cartecay are outstanding, but the people are what really make it so special. This group of twenty or so misfits was complete strangers to me just a year ago. Today, they are closer than family. Our bond is unbreakable. We are all from different walks of life, but somehow we mesh seamlessly. When we are together at the Cartecay, the problems of the routine world escape me. I walk around as if a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I am truly happy.

Most humans desire something to help them escape the stresses and monotony of routine life. Luckily, I have found a place only a short drive away which caters to my every need. The Cartecay has given me far more than I could have ever expected. It provides a campground which is a perfect spot for my group of friends to relax after a fun day on the river. The very act of spending time in nature is relaxing and good for the soul. The lessons to be learned at such a place are endless. Every return trip is an adventure in progress. I will forever cherish the Cartecay River.

Written By Lyle Morris

Cartecay River – Lower Lower – DNR to Cartecay River Experience

It was a perfect summer Saturday with the sun shining bright. Super excited about our day on the river Jackson (3) and myself started our trip with our fun tradition of #Madlocking (selfie post to Facebook of all river goers in the vehicle adding hand expressions and goofy smiles. I am sure it has been done before but my buddy  Nathan Madlock gave it a Hashtag for a place in history.

I am posting the overused Brown Claw. I asked Jackson what he was doing and he said “ its a rain cloud Daddy” . Brilliant.

We arrived at the river around 1pm and Jackson was ready to hit the water.

Our paddling partners William and Chris arrived on time. We anxiously set shuttle and got started down the river.

The water level was low. It was perfect for the boys to enjoy some river exploration in the shallows.

They searched for crawfish and minnows up and down the shoreline finding several giggling with delight.

Skipping rocks is a MUST!  you have to try at least once.  I think they tried at least 100.

Once we started down the river again I was really surprised that it had so much fun to offer at such a low level. There is a lot of gradient that still made for some exciting rapids.

The boys had huge smiles on their faces the entire trip. The rapids were gentle and friendly for the youngsters. Jackson looked forward to each one as we approached them and announced “ another rapid Daddy” as we approached the faster sections.

Chris rocked his sit on top the entire trip and didn’t have a single spill.

William was good company and I enjoyed seeing another father son team sharing an unforgettable adventure.

I don’t have to tell you how much fun Jackson was having.

William didn’t stop smiling either. He was flawless in his open canoe.

one of the highlights of the trip was meeting this guy. Jackson has spotted several turtles on our paddle trips.

Surprisingly this was the first one not in a hurry to get away from us.

Nothing beats a hands on experience.

Peek a boo

Another “ Best Day Ever”

Thanks William Gatling for inviting us along……..SYOTR  very sooner  - Lower Lower – DNR to Cartecay River Experience

Written by Rick Thompson

Cartecay River – Lower Lower – DNR to Cartecay River Experience

It was a perfect summer Saturday with the sun shining bright. Super excited about our day on the river Jackson (3) and myself started our trip with our fun tradition of #Madlocking (selfie post to Facebook of all river goers in the vehicle adding hand expressions and goofy smiles. I am sure it has been done before but my buddy  Nathan Madlock gave it a Hashtag for a place in history.

I am posting the overused Brown Claw. I asked Jackson what he was doing and he said “ its a rain cloud Daddy” . Brilliant.

We arrived at the river around 1pm and Jackson was ready to hit the water.

Our paddling partners William and Chris arrived on time. We anxiously set shuttle and got started down the river.

The water level was low. It was perfect for the boys to enjoy some river exploration in the shallows.

They searched for crawfish and minnows up and down the shoreline finding several giggling with delight.

Skipping rocks is a MUST!  you have to try at least once.  I think they tried at least 100.

Once we started down the river again I was really surprised that it had so much fun to offer at such a low level. There is a lot of gradient that still made for some exciting rapids.

The boys had huge smiles on their faces the entire trip. The rapids were gentle and friendly for the youngsters. Jackson looked forward to each one as we approached them and announced “ another rapid Daddy” as we approached the faster sections.

Chris rocked his sit on top the entire trip and didn’t have a single spill.

William was good company and I enjoyed seeing another father son team sharing an unforgettable adventure.

I don’t have to tell you how much fun Jackson was having.

William didn’t stop smiling either. He was flawless in his open canoe.

one of the highlights of the trip was meeting this guy. Jackson has spotted several turtles on our paddle trips.

Surprisingly this was the first one not in a hurry to get away from us.

Nothing beats a hands on experience.

Peek a boo

Another “ Best Day Ever”

Thanks William Gatling for inviting us along……..SYOTR  very sooner  - Lower Lower – DNR to Cartecay River Experience

Written by Rick Thompson

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