I hit my local flow today. And I will put it out there it was a "FLOW" today. Much quicker than usual. I approached my typical take out point. The take out point I need to hit is about a four foot wide trail that meets the creek with steep banks on either side. Normally the take out is in shallow 4 or 5 inch riffles. Today still shallow at 18 inches but moving fast. I saw my point coming and man was I bookin it. That was about when the fact that I had to do something hit me (the body starts to numb). the typical paddle strokes are of no use at this flow but I still gave it the old college try to no avail. Then the feet go over board trying to act as a brake. I think I should have broke something by doing this but I survived. Now I am at my take out and moving. There is no paddling upstream with the fast flow. This was the moment. I turned the yak side ways with two quick strokes and bailed to my knees in front of the yak. At that moment that light yak with the force of the water behind it was light no more and pushing at my back. Just another reminder to me how powerful water is. I managed to fight her off with one arm and get to my feet. I grab my tow rope, tied it to the bow and walked her in.
I had made my plan for the day a severely underestimated the approach to my take out. I don't want to disclose the details of the after action review I conducted with myself (the are children using this site). I would think the moral of my story is: "Never underestimate the power of water".




















