Posted by Erik on 5/3/2021, 6:13 am
It always happens when you least suspect it, and that is why you need to live by the Boy Scout motto Ė be prepared. Yesterday I wasnít. |
I was joining a group to paddle the White River from Hancock to Stockbridge in VT. Itís a beautiful, 11-mile quickwater trip through the hills and cow fields of central VT. Itís also a three-hour drive for me, and I was running late. I was the last to arrive at the put-in and the rest of the group was ready to go.
As far as I knew the forecast for the day was sunny and warm, but I hadnít checked in a few days. I didnít want to hold the group up any longer so I grabbed my boundary boots boots, left my hat, drysuit and spare cloths in the car, and headed out. It would be fine. Its just quickwater, and the river was at a nice level.
About a mile downstream I was navigating through a boney section of quickwater and it happened. I hit a rock and over I went. The recovery was quick, but the damage was done. I was sopping wet. I got my boat to shore, put on my dry top (the only spare cloths that I had) and hoped for the best. It'll be fine when the sun comes out.
Unfortunately, the sun didnít come out. Instead, it started to rain. The clouds increased and we had a torrential downpour. Everyone pulled out their raingear, but I just got colder and wetter. I was able to borrow a hat from Bob, and that helped for a while. When my teeth started to chatter I knew I needed to get some dry cloths. I borrowed a fleece from Jonathan to replace the wet shirts under my dry top. That felt much better, and I started to warm up.
Fortunatately, the rain eventually stopped, and the sun did come out. By the time we reached the take out it was sunny and warm, but it is still a lesson learned (or an important reminder) Ė BE PREPARED! Fortunately for me this time, my paddling friends were.
Few pictures of an otherwise fun trip here: