<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 21:10:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>LiquidJournal</title><description>with Google maps</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-7210633496960261744</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-01T15:08:03.415-06:00</atom:updated><title>Susna - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvT3o7X4II/AAAAAAAABkc/PV9mkbxzpNk/s1600/_MG_1875-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvT3o7X4II/AAAAAAAABkc/PV9mkbxzpNk/s400/_MG_1875-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533749519987499138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An instant classic waiting in the Nord. Upper Susna - Northern Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susna is becoming the household name for anyone that has traveled up to Northern  Norway on a summer kayaking mission.  Although the location is only in the middle of the country according to the map, this vast area  surrounding &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hattfjelldal_map.jpg"&gt;Hattfjelldal&lt;/a&gt; is still a distant drive north from the last major Norwegian city of Trondheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE66nSN7vkw/Tl_ffvbZ2qI/AAAAAAAAByM/vLGfe6mie88/s1600/_MG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE66nSN7vkw/Tl_ffvbZ2qI/AAAAAAAAByM/vLGfe6mie88/s400/_MG_1975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647478194146237090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homebase on the beach after another stellar day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides a handful of Finnish and Norwegian paddlers who consider Hattfjelldal to be common local knowledge, this new Norwegian hotspot for kayaking is at least a 7 hour drive up from the more recognized paddling playground of Sjoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvUMQFsDiI/AAAAAAAABkk/R_UqGWpkl30/s1600/_MG_1849-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvUMQFsDiI/AAAAAAAABkk/R_UqGWpkl30/s400/_MG_1849-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533749874097131042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariann Sæther gives the A-ok on the Upper Susna's rowdy super slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in a remote valley stretching under summer's midnight sun, the Susna is first called the Tiplingelva as it drains from remote scandic lakes in Børgefjell National Park. The Susna quickly picks up momentum within the valley of Susnadalen as it expands into one of the major river systems of the North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--i6Efq6VyHQ/TlF3nhahTpI/AAAAAAAABxs/fBMhxnCVoB0/s1600/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--i6Efq6VyHQ/TlF3nhahTpI/AAAAAAAABxs/fBMhxnCVoB0/s400/IMG_0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643423328940150418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusj-boof falls usually makes everyone's day a bit better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any whitewater enthusiast might at first find the Susna character deceiving. The view from the window of the car is often flat and boring along the winding road south from Hattfjelldal. But secluded among the nordic forest, the classic Upper Susna and lower Susna canyon offer a range of paddling difficulties and commitment depending on the season.  They are however usually at manageable flows at different times from each other .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvW5BtIy7I/AAAAAAAABk8/ZbUOE5Xvo9k/s1600/_MG_1892-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvW5BtIy7I/AAAAAAAABk8/ZbUOE5Xvo9k/s400/_MG_1892-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533752842353429426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariann and the go-go bus in search for the perfect put-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the photos speak for themselves. Putting on the Upper Susna  should be an easy decision of amazing pool-drop whitewater most paddlers are seeking during their summer adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGM9lBJvOkc/TlF4pWD8fQI/AAAAAAAABx0/6OL4stgH8Vk/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGM9lBJvOkc/TlF4pWD8fQI/AAAAAAAABx0/6OL4stgH8Vk/s400/IMG_0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643424459764038914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Basso gets one of the many drops the Upper Susna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rapids can be scouted or portaged effortlessly, but count on staying in your boat most of the time through a long section of beautiful views, slides, a sweet waterfall  and the 'always-lurking-around-the-corner' Norwegian super-combo option at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuWhEI_SEVk/TlF6SeBOUPI/AAAAAAAAByE/DXuXLVUSNmM/s1600/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuWhEI_SEVk/TlF6SeBOUPI/AAAAAAAAByE/DXuXLVUSNmM/s400/IMG_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643426265786372338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl Engen in the rapid above the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvZTxuTlRI/AAAAAAAABlM/2UwW8Tulmx8/s1600/_MG_2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvZTxuTlRI/AAAAAAAABlM/2UwW8Tulmx8/s400/_MG_2030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533755500943086866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lefty stroke boofing dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susna's lower gorge is certainly just that. It's a canyon full of surprises and paddling challenges suited to much lower flows compared to what the Upper Susna section can handle. In July our team dropped into the top half of the canyon with too much   water and were quickly met with marginal lines, gnarly holes,  hairy-ferries and sweaty portages amongst the horseflies. Much of this section was previously unrun until Ron Fischer, Mariann Sæther and Benji Hjort made a complete descent a month later. Ron &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://donronfischer.blogspot.com/2011/08/nord-norge.html"&gt;took some great pictures on the way down&lt;/a&gt; that made it onto his website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dP8jLdr8xzc/TlF4_DfM4UI/AAAAAAAABx8/UuN6G7CH8BI/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dP8jLdr8xzc/TlF4_DfM4UI/AAAAAAAABx8/UuN6G7CH8BI/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643424832735207746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hattfjelldal, the Susna's name changes once again to the Vefsna and so too does  the river's size.  The Vefsna now becomes a high volume river with multiple sections   split between canyons that drop deeper into the valley and away from  the road. It's down in here that many discoveries are still awaiting those who want to explore later into the season when water levels usually drop off. Perhaps even a multiday trip down the entire river as the Vefsna heads west and eventually north again off giant &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fil:Laksforsen.jpg"&gt;Laksforsen&lt;/a&gt; waterfall and on into the fjord at Mosjøen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvVwxi2dnI/AAAAAAAABk0/On8aqoC2Vvg/s1600/_MG_1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvVwxi2dnI/AAAAAAAABk0/On8aqoC2Vvg/s400/_MG_1990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533751601064736370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariann Sæther makes a big move in the 1st Vefsna gorge below Hattfjelldal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the roads clear up from the caravan crowds, so does another summer fading fast up in the land of the midnight sun. Hattfjelldal and the Susna valley will always be right where they belong inside this amazing country; waiting for the next paddlers willing to spend an extra day driving in their car. See you up in the Nord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvXlU8izuI/AAAAAAAABlE/_QuBq-WZdGA/s1600/_MG_2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvXlU8izuI/AAAAAAAABlE/_QuBq-WZdGA/s400/_MG_2025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533753603432566498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Mikael Lantto's recent video tour of Finland playboating, the Upper Susna, and an incredible descent of the Graddisselva mega-slide. Nordic kayaking at it's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28355862?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" frameborder="0" height="225"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/28355862"&gt;Nordic Kayaking&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user820288"&gt;Mikael Lantto&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;msid=211649880706925645918.0004abe763d0928234c3f&amp;amp;ll=65.441714,14.117432&amp;amp;spn=0.273968,0.878906&amp;amp;z=10&amp;amp;output=embed" width="640" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;msid=211649880706925645918.0004abe763d0928234c3f&amp;amp;ll=65.441714,14.117432&amp;amp;spn=0.273968,0.878906&amp;amp;z=10&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Upper Susna (IV-V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-7210633496960261744?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2010/10/susna-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvT3o7X4II/AAAAAAAABkc/PV9mkbxzpNk/s72-c/_MG_1875-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-7799250663856355002</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 09:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-18T16:50:54.711-06:00</atom:updated><title>Svartisen-Saltfjellet - Northern Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyCL8b1PHtM/Tk2FI8_uSkI/AAAAAAAABxc/bB_Y5JV0fGo/s1600/IMG_1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyCL8b1PHtM/Tk2FI8_uSkI/AAAAAAAABxc/bB_Y5JV0fGo/s400/IMG_1411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642312297023949378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Basso dwarfed beneath the Svartisen Glacier. Stormglomvatnet - Northern Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretching up from the rugged fjords of the Norwegian coast and on into the high mountain tundra near the Swedish border, Saltfjellet-Svartisen National Park is a captivating location found in the heart Norway’s Nordland region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSUMSu-sXYA/Tk2DagVG3GI/AAAAAAAABw0/-5JM34d2-KM/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSUMSu-sXYA/Tk2DagVG3GI/AAAAAAAABw0/-5JM34d2-KM/s400/IMG_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642310399543401570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice views, lazy roads, long days - It's the Nord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an expansive natural wonder embedded within the polar circle and was once again part of the Norwegian summer road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EyKSVe3zoI/Tk2D8KjqpwI/AAAAAAAABw8/_S3KGsvrN2k/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EyKSVe3zoI/Tk2D8KjqpwI/AAAAAAAABw8/_S3KGsvrN2k/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642310977814439682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah we did some whitewater paddling ...anyone take a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area encompasses lush forested valleys and endless rivers that emerge from Svartisen, northern Scandinavia’s largest ice field. Unfortunately this is one of Norge's least accessible areas meaning many good things are going to remain hidden unless kayaks are packed in some long distances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOUY1rzLR9E/Tk2EwfGTe_I/AAAAAAAABxM/psGw9TnpYGo/s1600/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOUY1rzLR9E/Tk2EwfGTe_I/AAAAAAAABxM/psGw9TnpYGo/s400/IMG_0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642311876681628658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl Engen gives his approval for the helicopter near Junkerdalen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_bk57MNG9k/Tk2FU2AqRtI/AAAAAAAABxk/V5DBG7qm4D8/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_bk57MNG9k/Tk2FU2AqRtI/AAAAAAAABxk/V5DBG7qm4D8/s400/IMG_0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642312501307262674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormdalselva at full rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking into the upper Stormdalselva past the 200 foot Bredekfossen is a fine example of impressive stretches whitewater that have very rarely seen any paddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MW0Uqkd-NI/Tk2EfJtKQTI/AAAAAAAABxE/t0_2Iypqq3o/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MW0Uqkd-NI/Tk2EfJtKQTI/AAAAAAAABxE/t0_2Iypqq3o/s400/IMG_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642311578881245490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bredekfossen hike in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the west side of the Park a road high above Glomfjord took us to a remote location with exceptionally different paddling potential. At the road’s end, an ominous dam wall appears looming above as if hiding something. As you climb the dam walls for a view the emerald waters of a massive arctic reservoir reveal itself along with massive glaciers lining shoreline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKrRA6hFRAU/Tk1s95_9FtI/AAAAAAAABwU/wtB4CDjTC6Q/s1600/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKrRA6hFRAU/Tk1s95_9FtI/AAAAAAAABwU/wtB4CDjTC6Q/s400/IMG_1385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642285718961985234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian engineers in the 1980’s created Storglomvatnet reservoir with renewable energy in mind. Two constructed dam walls that span narrow gulleys connect one entire valley and fill up with water melting from the Svartisen icefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYPCyxB9Fmk/Tk1sy57-Z_I/AAAAAAAABwM/zDKRBMN4ZbE/s1600/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYPCyxB9Fmk/Tk1sy57-Z_I/AAAAAAAABwM/zDKRBMN4ZbE/s400/IMG_1331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642285529966733298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon completion nearly 20 years ago, a long lasting hydropower source was created.Today the glacier tongues dropping down to the water’s edge continually feed this high mountain lake while tunnels and gravity send the water to the power plants in the fjords below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RNdEhjQ84A/Tk1tqk7cwzI/AAAAAAAABwk/5rKwBP-lFFg/s1600/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RNdEhjQ84A/Tk1tqk7cwzI/AAAAAAAABwk/5rKwBP-lFFg/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642286486400058162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This impressive unnatural water source was immortalized  recently as it graced the cover of &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.kayaksession.com/magazine/G-Cover_KS38.jpg"&gt;Kayak Session&lt;/a&gt; magazine and Rush Sturges' new whitewater film 'Frontier'.  Another paddling epic found by Rush and his crew is lying on the far shore. Hiking a low pass on the other side of Stormglomvatnet will get you to the Glomåga River headwaters;  multiday wilderness paddling with lake access and the best views around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tKSTuAk1NU/Tk1uYb2G7iI/AAAAAAAABws/axC3Urp8XU0/s1600/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tKSTuAk1NU/Tk1uYb2G7iI/AAAAAAAABws/axC3Urp8XU0/s400/IMG_1396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642287274235719202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our paddle wasn't across the lake for the Glomåga this time, yet a sunny day in the sea kayaks could not last long enough. Deep sounds resonating from the intimidating sculpted ice environment came often, keeping our eyes fixed on massive towers of ice. An awesome encounter with one of nature’s greatest spectacles set amid the landscape of Northern Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BfOKVJIKqo/Tk1tZKk-a2I/AAAAAAAABwc/WJZLFaVYKH0/s1600/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BfOKVJIKqo/Tk1tZKk-a2I/AAAAAAAABwc/WJZLFaVYKH0/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642286187268696930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-7799250663856355002?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2010/11/storglomvatnet-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyCL8b1PHtM/Tk2FI8_uSkI/AAAAAAAABxc/bB_Y5JV0fGo/s72-c/IMG_1411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-3126031548370799876</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 07:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-01T15:08:43.269-06:00</atom:updated><title>Krutåga - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvPacAhoII/AAAAAAAABjc/3Jd_DTPMYOc/s1600/_MG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvPacAhoII/AAAAAAAABjc/3Jd_DTPMYOc/s400/_MG_1891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533744620256731266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariann Sæther headlines Norway's search-for-more tour on the Krutåga - Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.hjortmedia.com/"&gt;All photos courtesy of Benjamin Hjort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no question that the secret is out of the bag. Whitewater in northern Norway has always been on the map waiting for the first paddle strokes to arrive. Yet exploration by the foreign crowd has been limited mainly due to the laden creeks and overloaded options in the known southerly regions around Voss and Sjoa. With a few exceptions, stories have been kept on the low by tight lipped Norwegians savouring too many good things up in these parts. In the summer of 2005, Simon Westgarth,  Sam Hughes, Rob Coffey and few others headed further into the midnight sun than many had before. After a couple of weeks they returned beaming with great tales for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvO4h4ayPI/AAAAAAAABjU/U-5HYJskdRM/s1600/_MG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvO4h4ayPI/AAAAAAAABjU/U-5HYJskdRM/s400/_MG_1827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533744037717788914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northern Norway has it for sure, why not? The mountains follow this amazing country from the south up to its far reaches as sure as the summer sun stays long into the evening. With mountains as far north as 65' latitude, it was only a matter of time before these new paddling zones would be sought after by more foreign eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNamPcZFT3I/AAAAAAAABrY/JUDOJRl7eLo/s1600/_MG_1427a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNamPcZFT3I/AAAAAAAABrY/JUDOJRl7eLo/s400/_MG_1427a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536795576148250482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past summer, the missions were on in full. Tuomas Vaarala and Mikael Lantto from Finland arrived from the north. Their group hit the Tromsø - Narvik area and shared light on the very &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://vimeo.com/13649289"&gt;good situation around there&lt;/a&gt;. Another three groups headed up from the south with the maps in hand. First stop was into Susnadalen, Hattfjelldal, and the classic roadside Krutåga. With us came 3 token Dutchy paddle bums living out of their car, 2 Germans with an inflatable roofrack and of course the veteran lady huckster with her summer home on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvOB8K19nI/AAAAAAAABjM/S_s7kJ96PQE/s1600/_MG_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvOB8K19nI/AAAAAAAABjM/S_s7kJ96PQE/s400/_MG_1712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533743099881584242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its headwaters trickling down from across the border in Sweden, the Krutåga is another example of an alpine creek quickly becoming the whitewater potential that keeps Norwegian kayaking legendary. With a late start in the summer sunshine, a few corners of routine ledges soon became high doses of vertical liquid consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvQh0_EG9I/AAAAAAAABjs/Eum7K80IWMs/s1600/_MG_1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvQh0_EG9I/AAAAAAAABjs/Eum7K80IWMs/s400/_MG_1531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533745846732200914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Hjort leads the charge on the first big slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Krutåga falls down the valley with beautiful rapids on the way down.  One of the biggest slides goes off the charts and most likely requires a walk through the open forest around it. After a flat section along the road, the final canyon changes character and produces a few ugly cataracts in between more good lines down until the take out bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvRl-fANWI/AAAAAAAABj0/5cLSYxPoGVw/s1600/_MG_1883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvRl-fANWI/AAAAAAAABj0/5cLSYxPoGVw/s400/_MG_1883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533747017513186658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy Hopmans gets it on in the Nord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hattfjelldal"&gt;Hattfjelldal&lt;/a&gt; is a small forested community with the basic services to keep you in the region as long as needed. The big Susna drainage will likely be the next on your radar with multiple paddling sections along its path. Head up the valley to Unkderdal for an amazing beach camp and another paddle option down the easier &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ll=65.522637,14.082413&amp;amp;spn=0.066858,0.308647&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.000494799321d5043621f"&gt;Unkerdalselva&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvR3AJqMbI/AAAAAAAABj8/cn2iHwtsrJw/s1600/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvR3AJqMbI/AAAAAAAABj8/cn2iHwtsrJw/s400/IMG_1270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533747310018310578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight base camp on Unkervatnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises are many in this region but perhaps the biggest surprise of all was what it wasn't. Getting up to this classic area was hardly a suffer. Hattfjelldal is really considered the middle of the country and from the Sjoa area only requires 600 kms of scenic road. Breaking up the trip with a detour to the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.000494775c435b58e6dde&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=12"&gt;Forra&lt;/a&gt; just north of Trondheim is also a very good paddling idea.  Discoveries still await in the numerous hidden valleys off the beaten track. Northern Norway is sure to become another special part of Europe's best paddling country. Come and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvQFPHxgPI/AAAAAAAABjk/C_ndMNQ7cr8/s1600/_MG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvQFPHxgPI/AAAAAAAABjk/C_ndMNQ7cr8/s400/_MG_1906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533745355531845874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00049475d7d84d4ce9bef&amp;amp;ll=65.694476,14.257507&amp;amp;spn=0.13566,0.439453&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;output=embed" width="640" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00049475d7d84d4ce9bef&amp;amp;ll=65.694476,14.257507&amp;amp;spn=0.13566,0.439453&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Krutåga (III - V+)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-3126031548370799876?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2010/10/krutaga-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TMvPacAhoII/AAAAAAAABjc/3Jd_DTPMYOc/s72-c/_MG_1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-2229785040624142067</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-01T15:10:14.459-06:00</atom:updated><title>Stikine Grand Canyon, BC - Canada</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQo9lFaX0I/AAAAAAAABnM/smPf71AHlEY/s1600/Corey+Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQo9lFaX0I/AAAAAAAABnM/smPf71AHlEY/s400/Corey+Z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536094880337125186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective.  Corey Boux getting his 5th descent of the Stikine Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.hjortmedia.com/"&gt;Photos courtesy of Benjamin Hjort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stikine needs no introduction. Easily representing the genuine  mental and physical game in North American expedition kayaking, it's one  of the greatest river experiences that might ever cross your whitewater path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNvDhmt_NsI/AAAAAAAABr4/KFN3VMsW9mQ/s1600/scout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNvDhmt_NsI/AAAAAAAABr4/KFN3VMsW9mQ/s400/scout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538235148878689986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 25 years have passed since the legendary first attempt of the Stikine Canyon produced the definitive level in which all other rivers would be challenged. Even in the present form, only a handful of paddlers have experienced a perfect combination of whitewater isolation, beauty and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOVZ5RAzr3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/CBeqacwg-hw/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252703380751757170" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOVZ5RAzr3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/CBeqacwg-hw/s400/IMG_0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQwH66fK5I/AAAAAAAABoc/ewt2XhPl8lE/s1600/Lower+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQwH66fK5I/AAAAAAAABoc/ewt2XhPl8lE/s400/Lower+rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536102754576968594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 1 - 3 2010, Corey Boux and Mark Basso headed back into the depths of North America’s biggest whitewater beasts, teaming up with Jamie Wright (UK), Ricky Lambert (NZ), and Benjamin Hjort (NOR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQnYf1_FqI/AAAAAAAABm8/l_R3lFlKc8s/s1600/_MG_3448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQnYf1_FqI/AAAAAAAABm8/l_R3lFlKc8s/s400/_MG_3448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536093143763457698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot dry summer and uncharacteristically below average snowpack in northern BC put the Stikine watershed on the low side in what might be the earliest date a group of kayakers have ever attempted the run. Despite having  drysuits thought essential to battle such a known hostile environment, our team put on with just over 12000 cfs under blazing heat and summer sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQrP6zCkzI/AAAAAAAABnk/CE8q8N3uxxQ/s1600/_MG_3228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQrP6zCkzI/AAAAAAAABnk/CE8q8N3uxxQ/s400/_MG_3228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536097394426549042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it begins....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 12 miles compromise some of the most crucial rapids on the river. Entry Falls comes hard and heavy offering us one last chance to change our minds. Soon after, Wicked Wanda, Pass/Fail and the most infamous Wasson’s Hole stack up in succession and committed us for the next 3 days of big volume class V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQtspmfVwI/AAAAAAAABoE/3OeT16h4LbQ/s1600/GOPR0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQtspmfVwI/AAAAAAAABoE/3OeT16h4LbQ/s400/GOPR0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536100087049967362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSpXxGoJOI/AAAAAAAABpg/hO3RRsYwkqg/s1600/_MG_3243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSpXxGoJOI/AAAAAAAABpg/hO3RRsYwkqg/s400/_MG_3243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536236067728401634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at camp on day 1 unscathed, meant a welcome mental break off the river after some big surfs and close calls in and around the lead in to Pass/Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQtb04RDvI/AAAAAAAABn8/9RWcIKEFKss/s1600/Jamie+narrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQtb04RDvI/AAAAAAAABn8/9RWcIKEFKss/s400/Jamie+narrows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536099798019542770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day began with a long portage around Site Zed, the last unrun rapid on the river. The steep scramble along sharp loose rock combined with an important ferry out of the eddy below sets the tone for the second day in the ‘narrows’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOlEslNNcDI/AAAAAAAAA9c/d8MlTFfG5TA/s1600-h/Fall2008+371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253805972996845618" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOlEslNNcDI/AAAAAAAAA9c/d8MlTFfG5TA/s400/Fall2008+371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey Boux starts day 2 on the rocks during - Site Zed portage 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of big technical moves deep within towering vertical rock walls played at our mental and physical limits relentlessly until the river gods provided the ultimate reward…  a seemingly endless whitewater dragon, aptly named ‘The Wall’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQqXrhkWQI/AAAAAAAABnc/rIM3VIOEXrI/s1600/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQqXrhkWQI/AAAAAAAABnc/rIM3VIOEXrI/s400/wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536096428254058754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest you can get to 'The Wall' without being firmly in its grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serenity of the Garden of the Gods camp is one of the most beautiful campsites one might discover on a paddling expedition anywhere. Still, it could barely ease thoughts of what lay ahead as our team prepared for the final stretch of river remaining on the final day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQue5v0dXI/AAAAAAAABoM/BlJeUVE3jXw/s1600/Ggod+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQue5v0dXI/AAAAAAAABoM/BlJeUVE3jXw/s400/Ggod+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536100950377526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSqxdfDgvI/AAAAAAAABpo/B7i8avUbj48/s1600/_MG_3516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSqxdfDgvI/AAAAAAAABpo/B7i8avUbj48/s400/_MG_3516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536237608650375922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise on Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the calm of the early morning, the maze of boulders in Garden of the Gods 2 quickly reminded all of us where we were. Heading into one last deep narrow chasm, the final big four rapids making up less than a mile of river dished one final ultimate ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSrtCWZ79I/AAAAAAAABp4/Q3_kYxTzqdI/s1600/GOPR0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSrtCWZ79I/AAAAAAAABp4/Q3_kYxTzqdI/s400/GOPR0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536238632158490578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Hjort - always a force on the water and behind the lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002, Idaho legends Conrad Fourney and Damon Miller fired up V- Drive for the 1st time. Located only one short pool below ‘The Hole that ate Chicago’, V-drive is a massive ramp into two even bigger parallel wave holes exploding off of the right wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSs5DNfrdI/AAAAAAAABqA/yn5KOO8LQ7k/s1600/_MG_3555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSs5DNfrdI/AAAAAAAABqA/yn5KOO8LQ7k/s400/_MG_3555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536239938059611602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Wright and his first glance of the great V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most V-Drive represents the final dagger in the Stikine canyon complex. After here the intimidating walls give way once and for all. If Mr. Willie Kerns quote ‘Nothing has changed but everything is different’  hasn't sunk in yet…. It most certainly will beyond the gates of V-Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOVmLrVi_4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/z4B6Sw30X9A/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252716891195244418" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOVmLrVi_4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/z4B6Sw30X9A/s400/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 degrees latitude BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paddle out is long yet it won't give you enough time for it all to sink in. Running the Grand Canyon will always mean heading into a liquid monster with intense precision and nerves of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQn7ZkBa_I/AAAAAAAABnE/WcIYnZX7G-o/s1600/Corey+Tanzilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQn7ZkBa_I/AAAAAAAABnE/WcIYnZX7G-o/s400/Corey+Tanzilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536093743372921842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the slot and into the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOViKZr5_EI/AAAAAAAAA9M/3QZqToz1SnM/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252712471230807106" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOViKZr5_EI/AAAAAAAAA9M/3QZqToz1SnM/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....one of the greatest feelings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks go to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.kokatat.com/"&gt;Kokatat&lt;/a&gt; for their commitment to creating paddling gear that exceed the challenges of expedition paddling around the world. Also a big shout out to Corey Boux and Erik Boomer on getting new record descents of the Stikine Grand Canyon this year. A true feat of whitewater accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SaKdgdnrgYI/AAAAAAAABYE/66NufjlCdmQ/s1600-h/Stikine+%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SaKdgdnrgYI/AAAAAAAABYE/66NufjlCdmQ/s400/Stikine+%2825%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305976492028297602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter now blankets Northern BC and the window to one of the finest pieces of whitewater canyons on earth has closed for yet another season. Up near Alaska where the wild is wilder, low water only means low enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSrRtrGGZI/AAAAAAAABpw/AAvRNsLIM_8/s1600/GOPR0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNSrRtrGGZI/AAAAAAAABpw/AAvRNsLIM_8/s400/GOPR0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536238162751658386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legend of the Stikine will never die and for those who seek fortune in this amazing place, make sure that your reasons are genuine. Thank you Conrad Fourney, Damon Miller and Daniel DeLaVergne for watching over all of us who continue to enter inside the walls of this great river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQpozVJHTI/AAAAAAAABnU/Y1rj03kgYS8/s1600/Ricky+exit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQpozVJHTI/AAAAAAAABnU/Y1rj03kgYS8/s400/Ricky+exit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536095622895574322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00046940680428aec2955&amp;amp;ll=58.111264,-130.429687&amp;amp;spn=0.696458,1.757812&amp;amp;z=9&amp;amp;output=embed" width="640" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00046940680428aec2955&amp;amp;ll=58.111264,-130.429687&amp;amp;spn=0.696458,1.757812&amp;amp;z=9&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Stikine Grand Cayon (V+)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Stikine class of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Evan Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Lane Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Bradt&lt;br /&gt;Rush Sturges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;Corey Boux&lt;br /&gt;Cody Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Basso&lt;br /&gt;Scott Feindel&lt;br /&gt;Corey Boux&lt;br /&gt;Jordie McKenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stikine 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Wilson&lt;br /&gt;Henry Munter&lt;br /&gt;Erik Boomer&lt;br /&gt;John Grace&lt;br /&gt;Jason Hale&lt;br /&gt;Jay Moffatt&lt;br /&gt;Mike McKee&lt;br /&gt;Fred Coriell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Starr&lt;br /&gt;Corey Boux&lt;br /&gt;Simon Tapley&lt;br /&gt;Ali Marshall&lt;br /&gt;Steve Bartrom&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Braunlich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stikine 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey Boux&lt;br /&gt;Mark Basso&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Hjort&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Phillip Wright&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Lambert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Allen&lt;br /&gt;Mikkel St. Jean-Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;Cody Howard&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Cavin&lt;br /&gt;Maxi Kniewasser&lt;br /&gt;Ric Moxon&lt;br /&gt;Darren Clarkson-King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik Boomer&lt;br /&gt;Jeff West&lt;br /&gt;Todd Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Center&lt;br /&gt;Darin McQuoid&lt;br /&gt;Jonas Grunewald&lt;br /&gt;Corey Boux&lt;br /&gt;Rush Sturges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Stikine beckons the next in line, prepare for the trip of a lifetime and ride the dragon well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOVawaJaU_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/jiLfkCH1qwM/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252704328096568306" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SOVawaJaU_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/jiLfkCH1qwM/s400/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 22 -24, 2008. 1st Canadian team descent since Jody Schick-Ken Madsen in 1993.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-2229785040624142067?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/10/stikine-grand-canyon-bc-canada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/TNQo9lFaX0I/AAAAAAAABnM/smPf71AHlEY/s72-c/Corey+Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-2246869247375998557</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-26T15:50:43.641-06:00</atom:updated><title>Brandsethelva- Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_msWkErmfI/AAAAAAAABg4/YHPDiKG2kT4/s1600/DSCF2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_msWkErmfI/AAAAAAAABg4/YHPDiKG2kT4/s400/DSCF2964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474596325685959154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Hjort rides the magic carpet known as Brandseth - Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Norway's most celebrated and frequented kayak adrenaline hit, the Brandsethelva near Voss, has over the years formed infamous relations with local and international paddlers alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mvHL5sZqI/AAAAAAAABho/mbJc1c3KODg/s1600/DSCF2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mvHL5sZqI/AAAAAAAABho/mbJc1c3KODg/s400/DSCF2975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474599360034268834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sjoa's Kay Arne Randen finds the sweet spot on the bridge drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a super model girlfriend, so too can be the love-hate relationship of Brandseth. Love comes in countless forms in this valley - Sensational steep slides around every corner. Amazing colors, transforming photos. At the takeout, camp fire stories and laughter last long into the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_2PQJU-7BI/AAAAAAAABiA/DhMjnvNMhXU/s1600/IMG_6232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_2PQJU-7BI/AAAAAAAABiA/DhMjnvNMhXU/s400/IMG_6232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475690229496998930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mpQYqH0_I/AAAAAAAABgY/n-QkTyg0wik/s1600/IMG_6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mpQYqH0_I/AAAAAAAABgY/n-QkTyg0wik/s400/IMG_6159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474592921007674354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate comes later. Boney flows sometimes turn the Brandseth into a bad decision. Backbands, ankles, kayaks and asses have also taken too much abuse on these hard rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mpvuLkcQI/AAAAAAAABgg/MvxmUD8opRs/s1600/IMG_6209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mpvuLkcQI/AAAAAAAABgg/MvxmUD8opRs/s400/IMG_6209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474593459361050882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, the finest dimension of Brandseth just might be when melting snow and driving rain mix that love and hate with dubious apprehension. High volume Brandseth is an experience to behold for those who happen to be in the right place at the right time. It's when things really heat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_2OfxW2eRI/AAAAAAAABh4/JFeU7KdLK3c/s1600/IMG_6010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_2OfxW2eRI/AAAAAAAABh4/JFeU7KdLK3c/s400/IMG_6010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475689398428662034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things come to those make the last turn off the E16 and head up the  steep road to creek heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mocKw5PRI/AAAAAAAABgI/_nxDNHAoAwQ/s1600/IMG_6118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mocKw5PRI/AAAAAAAABgI/_nxDNHAoAwQ/s400/IMG_6118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474592023924784402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend our decision to drop into Brandseth at such stomping flows made our solid crew of cackling creek boaters question our sanity once again as we made our way across the alpine terrain to the  put in. It all began silently. Before us it was 525 feet per mile,  a handful of eddies among the blur, and a wild man named Benji on point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mtxDsIOaI/AAAAAAAABhQ/2yLNUSUnCPQ/s1600/DSCF2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mtxDsIOaI/AAAAAAAABhQ/2yLNUSUnCPQ/s400/DSCF2967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474597880361138594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathias Fossum on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Brandseth top-to-race course for those who want to know goes a lot like your favorite song in the shuttle vehicle. A quick walk from road to creek reveals the goods many have traveled far and wide to experience. The light colored bedrock lining of Brandseth mixed with aqua blue green - pristine. Here a small footbridge crosses a gap dividing a not so commonly ran upper entry ramp into a beautiful cascading chute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_1ycGvynMI/AAAAAAAABhw/G4j-MrwKvR4/s1600/Brandseth+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_1ycGvynMI/AAAAAAAABhw/G4j-MrwKvR4/s400/Brandseth+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475658549125356738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hendri Coetzee drops the put in slide -summer '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At high flows the distance between the put in slide, and the proceeding mandatory portage is not that far. Portage 1 or both of these beginning rapids on river right and make sure to again walk around a nasty unran 50 that makes contact with too much rock in the landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_moJUvl6GI/AAAAAAAABgA/VVf5P-7XKQM/s1600/IMG_6038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_moJUvl6GI/AAAAAAAABgA/VVf5P-7XKQM/s400/IMG_6038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474591700186163298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lars-Georg Paulsen styles the boof over one of the significant holes - Triple drop upper section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From below the portage a few warm up ledges will give you the idea of how much water is in the run. As the wise Greg Dashper once said: 'you'll either be scraping or scared'  in the 150 m leading up to the 1st triple slide combo. In here, beaucoup d'eau make this entry slide combo smooth, but beware of the infamous beatdown hole at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mtlElyW0I/AAAAAAAABhI/XHB0h_hdgwI/s1600/DSCF2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mtlElyW0I/AAAAAAAABhI/XHB0h_hdgwI/s400/DSCF2955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474597674444544834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji Hjort on target with the exit hole of triple slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still sitting in your boat after the rocking intro,  get ready for the beast around the corner. A lone river right eddy leaves you focused on a significant horizon line masking a  holy super slide. With significant debate about what to do on this one most usually agree that starting center right and not flipping beyond this point is whats important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mnOgasg3I/AAAAAAAABfw/ZJHgs-d6PSU/s1600/IMG_6079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mnOgasg3I/AAAAAAAABfw/ZJHgs-d6PSU/s400/IMG_6079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474590689707459442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down what is easily known as 'the slide' on the upper section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9447111&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9447111&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9447111"&gt;Brandsetelva team race 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto a brief stretch of windy rock gardens, the second road bridge appearing overhead signals the bridge drop. Often worth a look, high flows reward you with a clean center line followed with a quick blast out of the exit hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mt92cQ6rI/AAAAAAAABhY/-H8P9Ir00ZY/s1600/DSCF2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mt92cQ6rI/AAAAAAAABhY/-H8P9Ir00ZY/s400/DSCF2973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474598100143237810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beyond the bridge drop a low angled slide awaits a right turn and the only other commonly portaged rapid. In here another slide sends you flying towards a sharp right hand slot with few options. At lower flows catching a river left micro eddy halfway through the rapid makes a sweet peel out line possible through the narrow corner exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mnozR2qHI/AAAAAAAABf4/4nM3-duworQ/s1600/IMG_6097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mnozR2qHI/AAAAAAAABf4/4nM3-duworQ/s400/IMG_6097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474591141447247986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low-key doesn't last long in the eddy below the second common portage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief calm might reorganize your adrenaline momentarily, but another 100m leads into yet another epic slide worth knowing about.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mo5mD6mnI/AAAAAAAABgQ/WJcYO9HvxGo/s1600/IMG_6134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mo5mD6mnI/AAAAAAAABgQ/WJcYO9HvxGo/s400/IMG_6134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474592529468529266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Phillips enters the last slide before the racecourse section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's maybe here in the pool below that heavy hitting title track etched in your brain might finally slow down a little. Our group of seven begins to soak in the dozen roaring gradient plunges we have just came through  unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_muzMWYNII/AAAAAAAABhg/gxBCIpsCEWQ/s1600/DSCF2984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_muzMWYNII/AAAAAAAABhg/gxBCIpsCEWQ/s400/DSCF2984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474599016557196418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most creeks wouldn't possibly contain from top to bottom in quality, the Brandseth only now serves up the famous &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://ekstremsportveko.no/sports/kayaking"&gt;Brandseth downhill&lt;/a&gt; section. A new chapter of goodness leaves many more quality paddling strokes in a familiar setting and beckons hundreds of  spectators every summer for quite a spectacle. For now that is the least of our worries. It's May, high water and the song is certainly not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mtKSl6FiI/AAAAAAAABhA/5wC9LSuGhto/s1600/DSCF2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_mtKSl6FiI/AAAAAAAABhA/5wC9LSuGhto/s400/DSCF2997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474597214346679842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creek in your thoughts comes alive and immaculately produces  what you have searched for. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Special thanks to Silje Skjorve and Arild Tvilde for the quality images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.000487806ac27f96f3eca&amp;amp;ll=60.802734,6.686554&amp;amp;spn=0.08039,0.219727&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;output=embed" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.000487806ac27f96f3eca&amp;amp;ll=60.802734,6.686554&amp;amp;spn=0.08039,0.219727&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Brandsethelva (III-V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-2246869247375998557?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2010/05/brandsethelva-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S_msWkErmfI/AAAAAAAABg4/YHPDiKG2kT4/s72-c/DSCF2964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-3206119356231409612</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-26T04:45:28.528-06:00</atom:updated><title>Bjørndalselvi - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UUbRhcaLI/AAAAAAAABeE/Yd--s4SfvqE/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UUbRhcaLI/AAAAAAAABeE/Yd--s4SfvqE/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450785382794553522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eirik Øvreeide on Norway's first drop of the year. Bjørndalselvi - Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many undiscovered rivers around  Hordaland's coastal region that would be all  any kayaker could ever ask for in other  parts of the world. But in reality, by  the time paddlers reach Bergen, the final hour to the creek-mecca of Voss  is usually too high one's list to explore the rain filled drainages  here on the coast. The Bjørndalselvi is a great creek outside the guidebook realm and often overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UxTOd-t4I/AAAAAAAABeM/3MqI93BhXtY/s1600-h/aIMG_0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UxTOd-t4I/AAAAAAAABeM/3MqI93BhXtY/s400/aIMG_0821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450817130372970370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that first stroke on the water comes to anyone hibernating in the Northern hemishpere long enough, its a warm feeling no matter what the temperature is outside.  Norway's paddling season is finally back on here after a long wintry hiatus even here on the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6U9953hMBI/AAAAAAAABes/xbFYS3R1YXs/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6U9953hMBI/AAAAAAAABes/xbFYS3R1YXs/s400/IMG_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450831057716850706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Hjort trying out the new helmet cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it's been so far... Voss - No snow until Christmas, super cold and only a few isolated dumps ever since. Mountain snowpack is brutally low in this part of Norway and has many of us wondering what summer will bring. Bergen should have been under rain clouds during this time but in fact had abnormally cold temperatures, clear skies and the most snow to stay on the ground ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6Xy9YQR-yI/AAAAAAAABe8/QJpmF0c17VI/s1600-h/Bergen-23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6Xy9YQR-yI/AAAAAAAABe8/QJpmF0c17VI/s400/Bergen-23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451030060298533666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes we got to go powder skiing even here in the rainiest town in Europe, but now all that is history after the low pressure weather systems are returning from the Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UxwXV2wzI/AAAAAAAABeU/SpUqK4rMPsg/s1600-h/aIMG_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UxwXV2wzI/AAAAAAAABeU/SpUqK4rMPsg/s400/aIMG_0818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450817630971020082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doomy and gloomy is how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on Bergen's local creek doesn't happen with much ease. The shuttle to the Bjørndalselvi takes less time from home than most people spend loading boats on the roof. However despite the distance, the real task is getting lucky with the levels. Even with an internet gauge, no one can be really sure unless your drive is attempted in the most dismal of rainy weather AND your house was shaking from the rainstorm the previous night before. Even then, its best not to sleep-in as the Bjørndalselvi spikes and drops in flows similar to the  rain dependent runs in Scotland and Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UyYdAZCNI/AAAAAAAABec/ZlC9XFHQnsI/s1600-h/aIMG_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UyYdAZCNI/AAAAAAAABec/ZlC9XFHQnsI/s400/aIMG_0828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450818319686371538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures of this creek has especially been a challenge as I have yet to be on it without some sort of precipitation hitting me from various angles. However other than the stingy flow, the run is still pure Norway in a short blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6U8XL_LYFI/AAAAAAAABek/iNBk-eEZRmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6U8XL_LYFI/AAAAAAAABek/iNBk-eEZRmQ/s400/IMG_0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450829293054287954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considered a lighter version of Voss's famous Branseth, the Bjørndalselvi is composed mainly of read and run slides and a few horizon lines worth looking at the first time down. Above and below the normal section are of course more good rapids to scout, but could often do with even more water. Enjoy the last of winter and we'll see you all coming up to Norway for another year of whitewater paddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6U-eivVgwI/AAAAAAAABe0/WPh6Dfnziqc/s1600-h/IMG_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6U-eivVgwI/AAAAAAAABe0/WPh6Dfnziqc/s400/IMG_0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450831618444198658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flows: An internet &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www2.nve.no/h/hd/plotreal/Q/0055.00005.000/knekkpunkt.html"&gt;gauge&lt;/a&gt; on Dyrdalvatnet gives a basic idea of what is happening. Look for at least 1.5 cms and and rising. However the the best way is to check the flow at the put-in. A rock in the middle of the creek should be mostly covered. See map below for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.000482418d0d51c5e078a&amp;amp;ll=60.373815,5.487032&amp;amp;spn=0.007425,0.018239&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.000482418d0d51c5e078a&amp;amp;ll=60.373815,5.487032&amp;amp;spn=0.007425,0.018239&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Bjørndalselvi (IV)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-3206119356231409612?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2010/03/bjrndalselvi-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S6UUbRhcaLI/AAAAAAAABeE/Yd--s4SfvqE/s72-c/IMG_0833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-2987337370706979153</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-08T09:52:19.575-06:00</atom:updated><title>Jordalselva - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifPKyXp5FI/AAAAAAAABZc/BuEhF7idi80/s1600-h/P1000978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifPKyXp5FI/AAAAAAAABZc/BuEhF7idi80/s400/P1000978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343467267125011538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Bradt - another &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://benjaminhjort.smugmug.com/gallery/7071949_2aLmj/1/#555360377_p4fV5-A-LB"&gt;satisfied customer&lt;/a&gt; on the Jordalselva - Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the taps around Voss turned on over a month ago, the emergence from winter can take a while this far north in the hemisphere. A sleepy hometown feel remains prevalent while locals climb into drysuits and get first pick on the lines flowing once again throughout the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SioKLJYLlyI/AAAAAAAABas/8WOvvEhajBo/s1600-h/Canada+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SioKLJYLlyI/AAAAAAAABas/8WOvvEhajBo/s400/Canada+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095094440695586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the page has turned to June, and the summer pilgrimage of VW transporter vans are once again on the move. In the weeks leading up to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.ekstremsportveko.com/"&gt;extremsportveko &lt;/a&gt;Voss will change into a paddling destination with few rivals. Foreign license plates, loaded roof racks and happy kayakers will soon be located under the endless Norwegian sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifP9F4iE0I/AAAAAAAABZs/lWNJVnPvEIg/s1600-h/P1000976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifP9F4iE0I/AAAAAAAABZs/lWNJVnPvEIg/s400/P1000976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343468131356644162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Curtis knows the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the scene from across the Atlantic in an early season surprise were huck bosses Ian Garcia and Tyler Bradt. The week was eventful with the two of them dropping among others a big 1st D waterfall descent up in Eksingadalen and finding the rest of the classics at perfect flow. Raundal, Urdland, Stranda, Myrkdal, Brandseth, and if you really can endure the extra 15 minutes of driving, time to hit the Jordalselva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifRtI6dyTI/AAAAAAAABac/uO85KhpT3EQ/s1600-h/P1000977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifRtI6dyTI/AAAAAAAABac/uO85KhpT3EQ/s400/P1000977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343470056315406642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local flight technician Dag Sandvik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jordal (your-dal) valley is hidden between the mammoth walls cutting down to Gudvangen and a branch of the Sognefjord. Only a few more kilometers past the Brandseth, you'll know you're heading the right way when you begin the dark ascent up the road through a steep tunnel system before emerging into mountain paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifPngD62qI/AAAAAAAABZk/Rokty8jvSJk/s1600-h/P1000970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifPngD62qI/AAAAAAAABZk/Rokty8jvSJk/s400/P1000970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343467760426605218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sections are available up on the Jordalselva. From way up out of the lake, the popular guidebook section offers mostly friendly drops in between easier rapids down to the waterfall and takeout shortly after. Option two means putting in at the bridge above the classic Jordal waterfall and paddling down to the next bridge just above the entrance to the road tunnel. This short hard stretch will put a lot more on your plate with a mix of extreme gradient,  gorge drops and even more airtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifQs9-OH-I/AAAAAAAABaM/bSQ5Wdz_DWg/s1600-h/P1000996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifQs9-OH-I/AAAAAAAABaM/bSQ5Wdz_DWg/s400/P1000996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343468953866739682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariann S&lt;span lkgal="undefined" jstcache="53" jsdisplay="m.b_s!=4" jsvalues="$title:m.title;$laddr:m.laddr;$addrurl:m.addressUrl;lkgal:m.lkgaddresslines;$features:features;$lkgal:m.lkgaddresslines"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" jstcache="76" jsdisplay="$title||!$laddr||!$addrurl" jsvalues=".innerHTML:$addrline;dir:bidiDir($addrline,true)"&gt;æ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ther still brings it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifQXIEfTqI/AAAAAAAABZ8/o0NVVugo4xg/s1600-h/P1000986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifQXIEfTqI/AAAAAAAABZ8/o0NVVugo4xg/s400/P1000986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343468578620264098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notable rapids are easy to find. After the  Jordalselva 30', the river mellows for a couple of kilometers before turning into a 600m inferno of powerful drops. Some of this can be too much to handle depending on the flow and perhaps who the cast of characters are. On this day the boys named Tyler had a go at the last few moves before taking the exit ramp into a greasy hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifQgDqb_GI/AAAAAAAABaE/ka4w7ne_rl0/s1600-h/P1000991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifQgDqb_GI/AAAAAAAABaE/ka4w7ne_rl0/s400/P1000991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343468732056075362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Bradt comes in hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the slide is the technical challenge of the day. A three channel waterfall with only the left line runnable and a must make right to left drive to make it there. Consequences are severe on this rapid so scout and plan accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifRDP0Si3I/AAAAAAAABaU/-bIeaHvZwFA/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifRDP0Si3I/AAAAAAAABaU/-bIeaHvZwFA/s400/P1010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343469336614046578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC - second waterfall on the section....go left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the takeout, one more big slide remains that likes to put you very close to the left wall. On this day it took a couple of us for a roll and also removed some plastic and skin from important places. In the end a few knicks and scrapes couldn't keep the all star friends and weather from making the day a perfect 10. The going is definitely good and we hope to see everybody back in the land of plenty soon. It's going to be another spectacular summer in Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?oe=utf-8&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;ei=2nUpSvLHHKO1-Qasn_mACQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00046b9f25a09591944fc&amp;amp;ll=60.892377,6.746979&amp;amp;spn=0.16033,0.439453&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;output=embed" scrolling="no" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?oe=utf-8&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;ei=2nUpSvLHHKO1-Qasn_mACQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00046b9f25a09591944fc&amp;amp;ll=60.892377,6.746979&amp;amp;spn=0.16033,0.439453&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Jordalselva (IV-V+)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-2987337370706979153?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2009/06/jordalselva-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SifPKyXp5FI/AAAAAAAABZc/BuEhF7idi80/s72-c/P1000978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-3224339753821848825</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T08:53:29.945-06:00</atom:updated><title>Bygdelva - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SgbqJwkoelI/AAAAAAAABZM/WAWjBuODVjY/s1600-h/Byg+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SgbqJwkoelI/AAAAAAAABZM/WAWjBuODVjY/s400/Byg+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334208262045203026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin Hjort drops in on the local fishin spot. Bygdelva - Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norway's golden triangle road trip brings you through Hellesylt, where the Langdelselva and Bygdelva meet each other in Norway's spectacular branch of the Storfjord. Flemming Schmidt and Benjamin Hjort called this area home for a few seasons and shared many whitewater discoveries. On one side of town the Landelselva drops into the fjord as a massive cataract full of lines that few are ready to attempt. At the opposite end of the bay the Bygdelva doesn`t look quite as menacing. All that changes significantly as you head a few kilometers up the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVv4nc142I/AAAAAAAAA5U/wF0Hwl6RzjI/s1600-h/Road+Trip+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239216759968752482" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVv4nc142I/AAAAAAAAA5U/wF0Hwl6RzjI/s400/Road+Trip+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a return to the Sunnylvfjord drainages last summer things started and ended with some interesting drama off the river. Local fishermen who claimed to have ownership to one of the classic final drops on the Bygdelva tried a few moves at preventing us from putting on. A decision to go ahead and give it a go despite the tensions downstream ended being a good move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVqf9F2zOI/AAAAAAAAA40/5YGONHR88dw/s1600-h/Byg+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239210838723054818" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVqf9F2zOI/AAAAAAAAA40/5YGONHR88dw/s400/Byg+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action just below the put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guidebook description of the Bygdelva mainly describes a short upper section coming directly out of the lake. Here things get going quickly with three nice rapids followed by another two challenging drops all within the first 400m. Two big moves at the end of this section can be scouted on either shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVrc2pFmoI/AAAAAAAAA48/ujeDASlYF2A/s1600-h/Byg+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239211884963797634" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVrc2pFmoI/AAAAAAAAA48/ujeDASlYF2A/s400/Byg+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji H. working the second of the two last drops before the dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first stretch along the road ends abruptly with a diversion dam pulling a rather large percentage of flow from the creek. Depending on water levels this may or may not be an issue. Good things await those wishing to continue into a tight gorge beginning just downstream and low flows are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVt8mj8j-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/trQP6jiBrDo/s1600-h/Byg+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239214629426335714" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVt8mj8j-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/trQP6jiBrDo/s400/Byg+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Feindel coming out from the gorge section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along a blueberry infested river left, you can peer into the depths of the entire canyon section. It should look manageable without so much of the original water amount, however technical moves and a few hole bombs are still required inside a place with no portage options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLV1AYbOtMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/nLKQ_VZwJl4/s1600-h/Valdall+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239222390932550850" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLV1AYbOtMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/nLKQ_VZwJl4/s400/Valdall+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVsNPHGV0I/AAAAAAAAA5E/G3elzza081k/s1600-h/Byg+15a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239212716165846850" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLVsNPHGV0I/AAAAAAAAA5E/G3elzza081k/s400/Byg+15a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet slide just before the water comes back from the dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mini gorge, the going remains very good. The water comes back from the pipes, and after another distinct horizon line, the last of the gradient heads down to sea-level. These final big slides with the water returned to normal flows can be checked from the road and certainly make for a perfect ending to another amazing  Norwegian creek run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLWFDdL0SXI/AAAAAAAAA50/yAUOaJN-f6g/s1600-h/Road+Trip+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239240035935734130" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SLWFDdL0SXI/AAAAAAAAA50/yAUOaJN-f6g/s400/Road+Trip+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norway has a rich history in fishing traditions and regulations governing local sport fishing also mean that locals pay huge for this opportunity. The Bygdelva is certainly not a private river in Norway, but remembering that fishing is popular on many whitewater runs and showing respect for their sport is always important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004692ca8d4831f259f3&amp;amp;ll=62.072182,6.914864&amp;amp;spn=0.019296,0.054932&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;output=embed" scrolling="no" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004692ca8d4831f259f3&amp;amp;ll=62.072182,6.914864&amp;amp;spn=0.019296,0.054932&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Bygdelva - (IV+ - V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-3224339753821848825?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/05/bygdelva-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SgbqJwkoelI/AAAAAAAABZM/WAWjBuODVjY/s72-c/Byg+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-3620734364827493605</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T14:09:43.370-06:00</atom:updated><title>Clore Canyon, BC - Canada</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4RaIwhK8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/ufWzta2HGic/s1600-h/Fall2008+254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259660555540573122" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4RaIwhK8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/ufWzta2HGic/s400/Fall2008+254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Shaw heading up the quality control in the Clore Canyon, BC - Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Canyon of the Clore remains a fascinating series of topographical lines on the explorer's map. It has repeatedly sparked the interests of paddlers within and beyond the local northern BC  paddling community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4aVLUtCtI/AAAAAAAAA-8/u2j1cSHP1C0/s1600-h/Fall2008+260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259670365934521042" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4aVLUtCtI/AAAAAAAAA-8/u2j1cSHP1C0/s400/Fall2008+260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Robberts and Scott Feindel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local adventure boaters Shane Spencer and Natou Kurtz have led many of Northwest BC's creek discoveries for nearly a decade, all the while the Clore being one of their hometown specials. Access to the canyon however, despite being just upstream of the normal 'flintstone' section, was one of those special places requiring the use of jet fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4ID4s61sI/AAAAAAAAA-E/O1W5Sbvut84/s1600-h/Fall2008+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259650277668738754" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4ID4s61sI/AAAAAAAAA-E/O1W5Sbvut84/s400/Fall2008+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the green light in the morning mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late summer of 2007, Corey Boux and Shane Spencer among others, had the luck of a courtesy drop by a heli being used to shuttle workers around in the area. Not only did the helicopter open doors to a 1st D, it dropped them right above 'goods central' and eliminated the more probable float plane route via Bernie Lake, which includes 25 kilometers of scenic class II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4G_CGO2YI/AAAAAAAAA98/jICYTi3AxzE/s1600-h/Fall2008+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259649094779853186" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4G_CGO2YI/AAAAAAAAA98/jICYTi3AxzE/s400/Fall2008+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later word on the street was the Clore Grand Canyon was certainly a sweet place. Most notably was 'yes' it could have taken more flow, but unfortunately 'no' the heli guys were not doing anymore drops to kayakers on someone else's wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SRXiAsqYnkI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Vv3Evs_nkaM/s400/Canada+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266363840896474690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavu day heading into the Howson Range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This autumn the stage was set for another local attempt by Natou, Roger Fehr and Pat Colgan. All 3 were more than happy to land on floats in Bernie Lake, cruise the upstream scenery and paddle stern heavy with beer and steaks for an extra day or two. They would soon welcome partially unexpected additions by myself, Scott Feindel and the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.kayakwest.com/"&gt;KWest&lt;/a&gt; boys fresh off their Dean adventure. Instantly our flight load tripled in size as we met on an early September morning in Smithers BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4K2QbpS1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/2oQKlqr2dLk/s1600-h/Fall2008+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259653342055451474" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4K2QbpS1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/2oQKlqr2dLk/s400/Fall2008+172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger Fehr making sure the 12 pack is handy before pushing off - Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the lake and into the previously unrun stretch of the Bernie River, the current took us faster than expected and provided our group 2 full scenic afternoons of eating and drinking away our excessively deluxe camping cargo before entering the looming gates of the Clore Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4MgFImvGI/AAAAAAAAA-c/wjHqTTtDQs4/s1600-h/Fall2008+203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259655160088935522" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4MgFImvGI/AAAAAAAAA-c/wjHqTTtDQs4/s400/Fall2008+203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White man camp at Bernie/Clore confluence - Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more flow than the 1st descent, day 3 started loud and heavy as the Clore's towering  walls closed around us in a spectacle of class IV and V boulder fields. Once committed to the gorge proper, over 10 kilometers of classic BC canyon stand between you and the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4SgUGWICI/AAAAAAAAA-0/KxfvpnHN960/s1600-h/Fall2008+242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259661761175756834" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4SgUGWICI/AAAAAAAAA-0/KxfvpnHN960/s400/Fall2008+242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Robberts charging away on day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first rapid at the canyon entrance is an easy river left scout and could be considered your determining gauge to the difficulty of the run from this point on. If the rapid is nothing more than a ledge boof into the runout, the rest of the canyon will provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4P-qC06zI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-mn4ks8QBxc/s1600-h/Fall2008+257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259658983927769906" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4P-qC06zI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-mn4ks8QBxc/s400/Fall2008+257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the rapid requires a challenging left to right through pushy class IV then the canyon is prime and by no means a booze cruise anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SRXkIUJe9ZI/AAAAAAAAA_k/hD_hmRh9eQE/s1600-h/Canada+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SRXkIUJe9ZI/AAAAAAAAA_k/hD_hmRh9eQE/s400/Canada+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266366170778236306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Allen first to agree with the perfect flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's safe to say that if  the entry rapid to the Clore Canyon appears to be showing fangs of concern, you will be in uncharted waters if you continue around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4kVFznUTI/AAAAAAAAA_M/QHk0F4JPI-E/s1600-h/Fall2008+267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259681359569834290" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4kVFznUTI/AAAAAAAAA_M/QHk0F4JPI-E/s400/Fall2008+267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Faubert emerging from the sweet long corner rapid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clore Canyon is another example of premier adventure boating in the remote BC wilderness. Flights with &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.alpinelakesair.com/"&gt;Alpine Lakes Air&lt;/a&gt; will put a 7-seat Turbo Otter into Bernie Lake headwaters within 25 minutes. In finding the takeout drive far up the Clore FSR as far as you can or ask someone in town. Thanks to the Terrace paddling community who live life far from the maddening crowds and continue to explore the wide open spaces of Northwestern Britsh Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SRXnAAUGzgI/AAAAAAAAA_s/QPeB0xuGjxk/s1600-h/Canada+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SRXnAAUGzgI/AAAAAAAAA_s/QPeB0xuGjxk/s400/Canada+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266369326550011394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canadian Pilsner wrap-up at the take-out with the hosts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004692fe5f807a7e0aff&amp;amp;ll=54.286874,-127.733917&amp;amp;spn=0.384782,0.878906&amp;amp;z=10&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004692fe5f807a7e0aff&amp;amp;ll=54.286874,-127.733917&amp;amp;spn=0.384782,0.878906&amp;amp;z=10&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Clore Canyon (V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-3620734364827493605?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/10/clore-canyon-bc-canada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SP4RaIwhK8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/ufWzta2HGic/s72-c/Fall2008+254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-3809606485161358763</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-28T08:22:05.859-06:00</atom:updated><title>Lower Myrkdalselvi - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcsgkmoILI/AAAAAAAAA3o/kU3Mkfjo6RA/s1600-h/Myrkdaniele+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcsgkmoILI/AAAAAAAAA3o/kU3Mkfjo6RA/s400/Myrkdaniele+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221691231052505266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniele Tira critically amassing the abundant flow on the Lower Myrkdalselvi, Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S-MQbLLfYkI/AAAAAAAABfg/ppa7eIJYFII/s1600/IMG_1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/S-MQbLLfYkI/AAAAAAAABfg/ppa7eIJYFII/s400/IMG_1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468232431601410626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Phillips - Karma Cow 2 at normal Flow. May 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creek ninjas unite for another take on Voss's classic whitewater scene. In Norway there are two types of heart pumping Grandiosas - the 10 dollar fatty pizzas that keep the budget creeker nourished while on tour, and the supersized triple combos complementing the full-course stuntman buffet known as the Lower Myrkdalselvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHctfpU6K1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/hw9xBMEXRCw/s1600-h/Myrkdaniele+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHctfpU6K1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/hw9xBMEXRCw/s400/Myrkdaniele+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221692314652126034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always waiting for devotees come early/mid summer, the Myrkdal is the savvy creeker's bread and butter in Voss. A large catchment in a wet scandic wonderland, a valuable internet gauge, a 30 minute drive to the show.... and there you are - front row seat with a whole lot about to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcq4C6eEwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/1BKQESIgBWg/s1600-h/Myrkdalselva+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcq4C6eEwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/1BKQESIgBWg/s400/Myrkdalselva+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221689435302531842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele Ramazza skips the previews when at the show - entry boof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sunshine and perfect flow for the taking as we finally had the other day, it was no wonder myself and the Italian Paparazzi had their wide angles exposed. Fortunately the Michele/Daniele duo also brought their craving to run-the-shit with them. With hardly an appetizer into the run the Myrkdal cooks up the first 3-course triple slide, which at high flows is easy on the eyes but hard on the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcrMknr0cI/AAAAAAAAA3I/sBaNkPbzeS4/s1600-h/Myrkdalselva+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcrMknr0cI/AAAAAAAAA3I/sBaNkPbzeS4/s400/Myrkdalselva+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221689787947930050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main dish triple slide - pumping @ 20 cms+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the triple slide comes a short break before leading into the second triple whammy. Here the Myrkdal serves up another well packaged drop times three. Here you're looking for a center right on 1, either way on 2 and righty boof on 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcsEN4nbcI/AAAAAAAAA3g/nT8xBaScAx8/s1600-h/Myrkdaniele+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcsEN4nbcI/AAAAAAAAA3g/nT8xBaScAx8/s400/Myrkdaniele+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221690743917604290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple D - second set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHctJXltSGI/AAAAAAAAA34/Jfx0TumZotA/s1600-h/Myrkdalselva+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHctJXltSGI/AAAAAAAAA34/Jfx0TumZotA/s400/Myrkdalselva+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221691931933624418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and then mo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more slides high on the satisfacto-meter await just downstream before you're faced with an easy portage around the Myrkdal's biggest drop. A beautiful fossen typicaly found in Norway's Hordaland region. Skirt the grass pasture on river right and look for the well worn trail back down to the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcreDxsvkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/WjJGuSVhEPI/s1600-h/Myrkdalselva+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcreDxsvkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/WjJGuSVhEPI/s400/Myrkdalselva+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221690088369208898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediatley below the portage awaits one of the nicest boof to slide combos anywhere. High water forms an easy line down the left but almost any line off the top will go and have you grinning at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcs1qqJ0-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/l4GFSjFBE5M/s1600-h/Myrkdaniele+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcs1qqJ0-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/l4GFSjFBE5M/s400/Myrkdaniele+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221691593455162338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish the Lower Myrkdalselva hardly takes a break in between the whitewater that the run is so famous for. The final drop before the takeout is less of a dice roll than most consider, however the hole at the bottom will always be ready to turn you inside out on the way through. Overall a kavu day over here in Voss with team Italia and the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHct9igJh0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/9W_jbift6K4/s1600-h/Myrkdalselva+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHct9igJh0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/9W_jbift6K4/s400/Myrkdalselva+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221692828216297282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramazza - last dose before takeout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are mentions of 15cms being enough but the river certainly goes with much more. Portaging the triple slide at certain flows on river right can be a wise choice and hardly detracts from the overall Myrkdal experience. Myrkdal guage can be found &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www2.nve.no/h/hd/plotreal/Q/0062.00010.000/knekkpunkt.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcvakp7fJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/juKdS58MENk/s1600-h/Myrkdalselva+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcvakp7fJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/juKdS58MENk/s400/Myrkdalselva+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221694426522025106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=8493829578549962336&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004693ad181b4691a6d4&amp;amp;ll=60.811441,6.522446&amp;amp;spn=0.160736,0.439453&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;output=embed" width="640" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004693ad181b4691a6d4&amp;amp;ll=60.811441,6.522446&amp;amp;spn=0.160736,0.439453&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Myrkdalselva (IV-V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-3809606485161358763?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/07/lower-myrkdalselvi-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SHcsgkmoILI/AAAAAAAAA3o/kU3Mkfjo6RA/s72-c/Myrkdaniele+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-952033161517015094</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T06:21:48.614-06:00</atom:updated><title>Teigdalselvi - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET2FmtGM2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/DDto5HueEHs/s1600-h/_D9S5089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET2FmtGM2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/DDto5HueEHs/s400/_D9S5089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207557645296612194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariann Sæther reminds us of what whitewater dreams are made of -Teigdalselvi, Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE of these incredible photos would be possible without the determination and eddyless probing of many drops from the Norwegian creek slayer and fine photo g &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.hjortmedia.com/"&gt;Benjamin Hjort&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have made the journey or have been born lucky can fully attest to Norway's epic whitewater ownage. Yet almost no other creek in Norway truly represents this fact more than what is found up in the Teigdal valley a short distance from the town of Voss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET9PlmRXWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/THmXj9yoC14/s1600-h/_MG_2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET9PlmRXWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/THmXj9yoC14/s400/_MG_2844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207565513379634530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Phillips firing the day off - entry falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norway's Teigdalselvi is what class V paddling really exemplifies. It's that steep gleaming Rolls Royce of-a creek that grabs your utmost attention on the first paddle stroke. Blazing adrenaline within 300 meters, huge slides, clean waterfalls and a world famous 60 foot conclusion to a day that renders your body at least comfortably broken, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SEUIzktbg9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/FGBOmutrGs8/s1600-h/_MG_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SEUIzktbg9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/FGBOmutrGs8/s400/_MG_2940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207578226244420562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Dashper waxing the second slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so one of the best Monday missions ever took place under perfect blue sky with an international and renowned cast. With Tyler, Mariann and Logan racing down from a flooded Sjoa valley to join the annual "once we were warriors" gathering, this years Teigdal pilgrimage would prove sizeable and include 5 new raw huck-meat faces.  As the magical 'double drop' came into view at the takeout, the question would remain whether anyone would give in to the ultimate double plunge sacrifice when the big moment arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET3uW06YuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3vpOqNmZxiI/s1600-h/_MG_2997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET3uW06YuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3vpOqNmZxiI/s400/_MG_2997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207559444920689378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Curtis looking to rejoin the crew just above the second falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, Norway's awesome guidebook hardly mentions what lurks above the takeout falls. Without the double drop even being thrown into the mix, the Teigdalselvi is still creek perfection. Loudly strumming a tune in between continuous technical class IV to something that goes a little like: box-entry 25, slide 30, slide 45, boof 20, wee-boof, portage 35, possible slide 50, drop a-many, damn ugly 35, auto 10, disappearing act 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SEUIA0tFgXI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9d-r3uZKOc8/s1600-h/_MG_3006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SEUIA0tFgXI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9d-r3uZKOc8/s400/_MG_3006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207577354364617074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Grayling readys the pose for big expectations downstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET-q15wxTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/DRsE_LJIvPg/s1600-h/_MG_3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET-q15wxTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/DRsE_LJIvPg/s400/_MG_3091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207567081124447538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC staring into the face of the nasty 2for3 Notter drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the afternoon sun beat down good lines and big smiles were across the board. However the flow was recognizably higher than when we had put on. This became quite apparent on the near vertical slide before double drop as each slightly different lead-in approach produced a similar go-deep-and-wonder result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET9_St9UdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/duYSNyzIoqw/s1600-h/_MG_3113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET9_St9UdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/duYSNyzIoqw/s400/_MG_3113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207566332945322450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading into the 5 count cavity-clearing abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SEUA53gbM9I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1AihXDmNj9E/s1600-h/_MG_3115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SEUA53gbM9I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1AihXDmNj9E/s400/_MG_3115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207569538276340690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey Abbott - Multiple Teigdal descents and a sweet line leader above double drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately the misty gates to an unforgettable horizon line were before us, and the time of reckoning had come. As fresh meat dangled on the doorstep the legendary Mike Abbott and Benji Hjort took care of business early and rode the express elevator to the bottom in style.  Original drop claimer  Allan Ellard found a perch and pressed the media button and so it was time for the rest of the circus to take to the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SEUMC11oDWI/AAAAAAAAAz4/vLKXfgx8XXs/s1600-h/_D9S5138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SEUMC11oDWI/AAAAAAAAAz4/vLKXfgx8XXs/s400/_D9S5138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207581787075120482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basso first six of sixty - got boof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights to a memorable double drop huck extravaganza included a BIG duffek stroke, 2 nail-biter left lines off the top, flying pigtails, Michele Ramazza's Italian precision, some bloody facial hair, the worlds fastest combat roll, and an unintended brace to freewheel demonstration from a po-dunk Canadian with an ugly van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET4XVKIphI/AAAAAAAAAyw/QP0sR7DBVxw/s1600-h/_D9S5161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET4XVKIphI/AAAAAAAAAyw/QP0sR7DBVxw/s400/_D9S5161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207560148847470098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;client=dell-row-rel&amp;amp;channel=no&amp;amp;ad=w5&amp;amp;adsafe=high&amp;amp;safe=high&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004693c112186e13d524&amp;amp;ll=60.671833,6.27594&amp;amp;spn=0.161437,0.439453&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;client=dell-row-rel&amp;amp;channel=no&amp;amp;ad=w5&amp;amp;adsafe=high&amp;amp;safe=high&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004693c112186e13d524&amp;amp;ll=60.671833,6.27594&amp;amp;spn=0.161437,0.439453&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Teigdaldselvi (V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-952033161517015094?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/06/teigdalselvi-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SET2FmtGM2I/AAAAAAAAAyY/DDto5HueEHs/s72-c/_D9S5089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-260116041399613334</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T13:55:08.245-06:00</atom:updated><title>Osola - Switzerland</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC06tTmTOnI/AAAAAAAAAus/-7y_AtohurU/s1600-h/Osola+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200877694712232562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC06tTmTOnI/AAAAAAAAAus/-7y_AtohurU/s400/Osola+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stay left on the Osola - Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to throw the kayak on the shoulder and spend an hour or more hiking to access the creeking goods is quite unheard of in the road developed backcountry of Switzerland. Yet for the Osola, hiking is defnitley worth the price of admission when the road stops and the bedrock slides appear up the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC08yzmTOqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ac_YBD5ChOA/s1600-h/Osola+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200879988224768674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC08yzmTOqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ac_YBD5ChOA/s400/Osola+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toro Rogenmoser heading into battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Osola is a major tributary to the legendary Verzasca River in the heart of Switzerland’s Tessin region. Over the years the Osola has lured the likes of many big names in padding to its slides and has sent almost everyone home with either big grins, big swims, battered boats or aching bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC07OjmTOoI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gZ7EfOKHIyQ/s1600-h/Osola+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200878265942882946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC07OjmTOoI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gZ7EfOKHIyQ/s400/Osola+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian Stocker in transition on the Osola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being to both, one could almost compare the action-packed low volume Osola to Montana’s Big Timber Creek. The hike is beautiful, the volume wee-bity and the gradient more than average. Still this is the Alps, and if the surrounding peaks, wildflowers and ancient homesteads presenting themselves don’t convince you that you're in Euro-paradise, then following quality Swiss kayakers down high alpine runs for 2 weeks certainly will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC07_DmTOpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/E7b3MipjL5g/s1600-h/Osola+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200879099166538386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC07_DmTOpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/E7b3MipjL5g/s400/Osola+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Wielatt finds the auto-launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC09aDmTOrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QWLu9DvJz6k/s1600-h/Osola+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200880662534634162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC09aDmTOrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QWLu9DvJz6k/s400/Osola+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Severin Haberling - Swiss Alp home turf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the Osola is none harder than driving up along Val Verzasca, crossing over to the river right side of the valley and hitting the small town of Brione. If the main Verzasca is flowing above 20-25 cms then the Osola should go. Even if the creek under the road bridge appears to be a scrape of only a few cms, it won't necessarily be a sign of the paddleable levels found on the narrow bedrock slides well upstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC1EdzmTOyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/dFEOeb8ODPo/s1600-h/Osola+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200888423540538146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC1EdzmTOyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/dFEOeb8ODPo/s400/Osola+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Basso having a go on another flume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Brione a very narrow road winds along river left for about 4 kms until it ends at a most probable takeout for the Osola in splendid Swiss postcard fashion. Continuing up the same side of the valley on foot past the goats and rock fencing will reveal some of the steepness the Osola booms, including a gonzo slide with a partial landing zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC1D4zmTOxI/AAAAAAAAAv8/BEv59RZpixA/s1600-h/Osola+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200887787885378322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC1D4zmTOxI/AAAAAAAAAv8/BEv59RZpixA/s400/Osola+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas Wielatt getting a good view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC1B8jmTOvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hCgyvwJPaAs/s1600-h/Osola+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200885653286632178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC1B8jmTOvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hCgyvwJPaAs/s400/Osola+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please mind the cave below on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if this drop isn't to be found in your daily bag of tricks, the Osola hides many more surprises upstream. Although the trail gets quite steep in a few areas, it's worth the trudge until you're well past crossing the footbridge taking you to the opposite side of the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC0-bDmTOsI/AAAAAAAAAvU/mHWpK5QCX6M/s1600-h/Osola+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200881779226131138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC0-bDmTOsI/AAAAAAAAAvU/mHWpK5QCX6M/s400/Osola+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200885047696243426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC1BZTmTOuI/AAAAAAAAAvk/C6_4TC6qyWw/s400/Osola+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julian Stocker losing altitude near the put-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of the rivers in the Swiss Tessin make up a classic zone in the whitewater realm, the Osola is a standout for those looking to get a big dose of fresh air and altitude adrenaline while going up and certainly falling down the valley. A big thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.big-o-productions.com/PROFILES.HTM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olaf Obsommer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the tales of woe and to &lt;a href="http://www.kanuschule.ch/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toro Rogenmoser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for quality snaps and the temporary full-face loan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC0-8zmTOtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/66HToxAY5Qk/s1600-h/Osola+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200882359046716114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC0-8zmTOtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/66HToxAY5Qk/s400/Osola+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00046942a8cbfd0241758&amp;amp;ll=46.311071,8.739882&amp;amp;spn=0.028458,0.054932&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00046942a8cbfd0241758&amp;amp;ll=46.311071,8.739882&amp;amp;spn=0.028458,0.054932&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Osola (IV-V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-260116041399613334?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/05/osola-switzerland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/SC06tTmTOnI/AAAAAAAAAus/-7y_AtohurU/s72-c/Osola+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-6181194313814773563</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T04:33:02.091-06:00</atom:updated><title>Injisuthi  - South Africa</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FNGYXn1yI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FCtofTrcyo8/s1600-h/Injisuthi+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184009418096236322" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FNGYXn1yI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FCtofTrcyo8/s400/Injisuthi+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Lee near the source of the Injisuthi - Kwazulu Natal, South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Africa's Central Drakensberg remains a fortress of cliff peaks backing up high against the mountain plateaus of Lesotho. Nightly thunderstorms in the summer are good news for paddlers when big drainages like the Umkomas, Bushmans and Buffalo rivers start pumping. Coming straight from the source as one big artery of the Tugela River are the quality drops found on the Injisuthi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FRd4Xn10I/AAAAAAAAAtE/ErZbU5UyCJ0/s1600-h/Injisuthi+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184014219869673282" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FRd4Xn10I/AAAAAAAAAtE/ErZbU5UyCJ0/s400/Injisuthi+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grahame Henebry gets the goods at 7am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This highly rain dependent creek comes to life in January and February in a matter of hours when rainclouds creep over the peaks and position themselves low overhead. Getting on it early morning after a storm is optimal and nobody has this practice down better than Chris Lee and the crew from &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="http://www.fourriversadventures.co.za/"&gt;Four Rivers&lt;/a&gt; rafting nearby. As another day pushing rubber was in their midst, five of us bared a four am wake up call after listening to the rain rage for most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FTTIXn12I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dE_m7zeb0pk/s1600-h/Injisuthi+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184016234209335138" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FTTIXn12I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dE_m7zeb0pk/s400/Injisuthi+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise and good views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive begins with a windy road up the Injisuthi valley past numerous local villages. An easy reminder for the takeout is the washed out bridge which you cross just prior to the road climbing steeply. You can turn right across from the school and venture down a dirt track to park almost at the shore. Back on the main road continue until dirt changes to pavement again and stop when you can see the Injisuthi appearing quite steep at a "gorge pools" pullout sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FQM4Xn1zI/AAAAAAAAAs8/j574fZOy0cM/s1600-h/Injisuthi+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184012828300269362" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FQM4Xn1zI/AAAAAAAAAs8/j574fZOy0cM/s400/Injisuthi+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Basso just below the put-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still nearly dark when we launched out from the pools and straight into the first drop backed up by boulders on both sides. This first boof does not really represent the run as most sections turn into boulder mazes, short slides and narrow canyons. As sun broke over the hills we came to the biggest slide about a third of the way down. A big tree blocks most of the entry but the line works right to left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FVTYXn13I/AAAAAAAAAtY/mdXqGAFXChs/s1600-h/Injisuthi+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184018437527558002" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FVTYXn13I/AAAAAAAAAtY/mdXqGAFXChs/s400/Injisuthi+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice wake up hit at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After here keep an eye out for a steep boulder garden about halfway down the entire run. This rapid is backed up by two wide holes and a giant rock on the right with pin potential at the bottom. Our water level made this section a good place to scout. If the water is low you will become quite aware of more sieve/pin potentials in other places further on down. Also near the end are two easy portages around things looking no-so-nice. As the Injisuthi faded to the flats, the boys got to work late but still had the whole day ahead of them. If you are heading to the rivers of Natal keep the Injusuthi on the list when the rains are heavy. Thanks to Jackie Fourie and Chris Lee for the base camp in the beautiful Drakensberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_Faj4Xn14I/AAAAAAAAAtg/7C8z1hHJiMc/s1600-h/Drakenberg+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184024218553538434" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_Faj4Xn14I/AAAAAAAAAtg/7C8z1hHJiMc/s400/Drakenberg+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698b4ddb4e7ad20f3&amp;amp;ll=-29.085427,29.502754&amp;amp;spn=0.072007,0.109863&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698b4ddb4e7ad20f3&amp;amp;ll=-29.085427,29.502754&amp;amp;spn=0.072007,0.109863&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Injusithi Creek (IV)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-6181194313814773563?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/03/injisuthi-creek-south-africa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_FNGYXn1yI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FCtofTrcyo8/s72-c/Injisuthi+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-2302017919193749190</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T05:15:37.180-06:00</atom:updated><title>Tsitsa River, Transkei  - South Africa</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_o99oXn15I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Nm-Csh4TBEo/s1600-h/Pot+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186526049888360338" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_o99oXn15I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Nm-Csh4TBEo/s400/Pot+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6L_0NFGuPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/1PEgMwBNXLI/s1600-h/Pot+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying another face full on the Tsitsa River- South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;The &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Tsitsa&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a natural frontier between the once &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Transkei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; homeland and the &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Eastern Cape&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; region. Still today in its entirety down to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Indian Ocean&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the Tsitsa flows through a wild and remote region of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_pG9oXn1-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/qB9UpvkB1VU/s1600-h/Tsitsa+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186535945493010402" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_pG9oXn1-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/qB9UpvkB1VU/s400/Tsitsa+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;Before joining together 3 major tributaries which form &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; largest &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Mzimvubu&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the lower reaches of the Tsitsa run through an impressive gorge full of multi-day challenges. This section has seen few paddlers ever and requires a rope rappel into the gorge below the largest waterfall on the river.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MDDdFGuSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ti1yaXdDy2Q/s1600-h/Tsitsa+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_pAAoXn17I/AAAAAAAAAuM/KGYgK42wP1g/s1600-h/Tsitsa+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186528300451223474" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_pAAoXn17I/AAAAAAAAAuM/KGYgK42wP1g/s400/Tsitsa+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upper Tsitsa Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;However quite a ways upstream, the homestead now belonging to Adriaan Badenhorst sits just above another Tsitsa waterfall and is the ultimate base in exploring &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Transkei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; whitewater. Above and below the falls is Adi’s homerun, where a perfect horseshoe in the river makes a 4km boulder garden feel like any true creek mission. Once out of the gorge, a short walk across the maize field will return you back to cold beers, kerosene lanterns, meat on the braai and billy the pet goat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MEAtFGuTI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4CfRLykt_MA/s1600-h/Tsitsa+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_pC1IXn18I/AAAAAAAAAuU/6z13idZzzow/s1600-h/Tsitsa+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186531401417611202" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_pC1IXn18I/AAAAAAAAAuU/6z13idZzzow/s400/Tsitsa+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of the no-good boat eating goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;Finding the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Upper Tsitsa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is simple. Head for the town of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Maclear&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and follow the signs for &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Tsitsa&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; which are about 25km past town. Another 7km on the dirt puts you at Adi’s homestead which will be hard to leave if the rivers in the area are pumping.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MXcdFGuYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/LSeYEkHWKKk/s1600-h/Tsitsa+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161995375506536834" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MXcdFGuYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/LSeYEkHWKKk/s400/Tsitsa+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falls at high water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;Chances are you will have a personal guide if you show up for the home run, but should you not, put in where the bridge below Adi's house crosses the road. From here a few rapids serve as a warmup before portaging the falls on river left. Once into the gorge, the first rapid below the falls is ran from the right. Take care of some siphon rocks at the lead-in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MFTdFGuUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/82uc0dfOJFk/s1600-h/Tsitsa+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161975429678414146" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MFTdFGuUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/82uc0dfOJFk/s400/Tsitsa+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;Another difficult rapid containing a siphon on river right is not far below. However a sweet boof is waiting on the left.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MCGNFGuRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/LlwdmEy-g1U/s1600-h/Tsitsa+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_pEa4Xn19I/AAAAAAAAAuc/-6EE-IdAuqg/s1600-h/Tsitsa+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186533149469300690" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_pEa4Xn19I/AAAAAAAAAuc/-6EE-IdAuqg/s400/Tsitsa+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriaan B. boofs in the second major rapid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;The rest of the Tsitsa homerun remains technical but easy to boat scout out on your way down. After a low angle slide the river eases. At a right bend in the river take out where the climb out looks relatively easy. Unfortunately like all the rivers in the area, the car won't be near the shore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MGw9FGuVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/TLEJ-yYqd-A/s1600-h/Tsitsa+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161977035996182866" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MGw9FGuVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/TLEJ-yYqd-A/s400/Tsitsa+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;Soon after, the Tsitsa joins the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Pot&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; downstream and continues to be an excellent whitewater engagement. Be prepared for a longer day including map logistics and off road driving if you venture further down. Of course lapping the Tsitsa homerun while chilling at the farm is a fine example of what &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Transkei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; whitewater has to offer. The (other) Mooi, Pot, and Tina rivers are close by if you are keen for un-established creeking in this beautiful isolated region of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MYxtFGuZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kjEBbQ849Ms/s1600-h/Tsitsa+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161996840090384786" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R6MYxtFGuZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kjEBbQ849Ms/s400/Tsitsa+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698ca779abc1696c1&amp;amp;ll=-31.017854,28.489566&amp;amp;spn=0.017654,0.027466&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698ca779abc1696c1&amp;amp;ll=-31.017854,28.489566&amp;amp;spn=0.017654,0.027466&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Tsitsa River (IV+)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-2302017919193749190?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/02/tsitsa-river-transkei-south-africa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R_o99oXn15I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Nm-Csh4TBEo/s72-c/Pot+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-3390450219666014918</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 07:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T07:22:00.353-06:00</atom:updated><title>Inxu River, Transkei - South Africa</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wwftFGtsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/z1XdSrPDavU/s1600-h/Inxu+Falls+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 423px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wwftFGtsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/z1XdSrPDavU/s400/Inxu+Falls+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160052594294830786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Brandt gets the Inxu 50'  in the heart of Transkei - South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Approaching the whitewater of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South   Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; one’s mind will wander with the details of a country so vast it's hard to remember that you're in a place nicknamed the &lt;st1:place&gt;Dark Continent&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Approaching from the west, our own journey into South African rivers began as Namibian desert was replaced&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; by a windy&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt; Cape&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; and pristine ocean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be an unplanned route through a diverse part of &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Our destination was to be the rivers of the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Transkei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wzmdFGtyI/AAAAAAAAAjA/h7g4DOBUv1E/s1600-h/Pot+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wzmdFGtyI/AAAAAAAAAjA/h7g4DOBUv1E/s400/Pot+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160056008793831202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5w0htFGtzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8Oo6vD0KfcQ/s1600-h/Tsitsa+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5w0htFGtzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8Oo6vD0KfcQ/s400/Tsitsa+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160057026701080370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once a designated homeland during South Africa’s harsh apartheid, the Transkei still remains a place where time and beauty are about as relaxed as the dotted tribal villages laying beneath the Drakensberg mountains.  A two week exposure to some of the most unknown rivers in the country with a perfect setting and good friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wxmNFGtuI/AAAAAAAAAig/ogz8ra_JTVI/s1600-h/Inxu+Falls+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wxmNFGtuI/AAAAAAAAAig/ogz8ra_JTVI/s400/Inxu+Falls+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160053805475608290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Inxu was paddled once before back in 2006 when Adriaan Badenhorst was beginning to make the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Transkei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; a permanent place called home. Coming from a life spent on South African rivers, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Adrian&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; found SA’s final chapter for whitewater exploration on his new doorstep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wxLtFGttI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hBan0FNhjXw/s1600-h/Inxu+Falls+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 416px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wxLtFGttI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hBan0FNhjXw/s400/Inxu+Falls+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160053350209074898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wxLtFGttI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hBan0FNhjXw/s1600-h/Inxu+Falls+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Near the town of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Maclear&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the tributaries of the Umzimvubu fall from the high plateau through unseen gorges. Although many sections and other rivers remain to be explored, the Inxu has all the characteristics of a serious classic. A relatively easy shuttle puts you paddling along tranquil grassland before entering a quality boulder strewn gorge and eventually two bomb drops of 50’ and 35’ respectively.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5w1StFGt0I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NGTW8XTlt3M/s1600-h/Inxu+Falls+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5w1StFGt0I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NGTW8XTlt3M/s400/Inxu+Falls+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160057868514670402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basso - Inxu 35'  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adriaan and a friend would have the perfect flow to claim the big falls there own, but at the end of a long day everyone in the first decsent left the second waterfall downstream for another day. So the time would arrive nearly 2 years later when our group would make the claim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wy6tFGtxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SfQwsWPrrxE/s1600-h/Inxu+Falls+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wy6tFGtxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SfQwsWPrrxE/s400/Inxu+Falls+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160055257174554386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Inxu would not go down without at fight from the rain gods who were playing water levels away from the season and leaving us waiting in wonder. In the end we became somewhat battered and wishing for a higher flow that would not come. And so we paddled under sunny hot January skies with some boneyard sections and tight lines on the falls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wyENFGtvI/AAAAAAAAAio/Rlf02Rp22qU/s1600-h/Inxu+Falls+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wyENFGtvI/AAAAAAAAAio/Rlf02Rp22qU/s400/Inxu+Falls+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160054320871683826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sincere thank you goes out to Adriaan and his new wife Angela for the awesome hospitality in their soon to be famous highland adventure destination. For more information leave your guidebook at home and just go to where &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; becomes the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Transkei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tsitsafalls.com/"&gt;www.tsitsafalls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wyg9FGtwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/bkXsiyxhXpw/s1600-h/Inxu+Falls+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wyg9FGtwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/bkXsiyxhXpw/s400/Inxu+Falls+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160054814792922882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698dc9f6072c2137c&amp;amp;ll=-31.198706,28.522568&amp;amp;spn=0.205569,0.291824&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698dc9f6072c2137c&amp;amp;ll=-31.198706,28.522568&amp;amp;spn=0.205569,0.291824&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Inxu River (IV-V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-3390450219666014918?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/01/inxu-river-transkei-south-africa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R5wwftFGtsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/z1XdSrPDavU/s72-c/Inxu+Falls+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-1277035053069259555</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T08:09:40.708-06:00</atom:updated><title>Nile 2 Zambezi -  An African road trip</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pRMWG6hdI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WtC-_fcL__8/s1600-h/Zambezi+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pRMWG6hdI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WtC-_fcL__8/s400/Zambezi+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150518396386444754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davey O'Hare in a safe place on #9  Zambezi River - Zambia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two of the worlds most impressive rivers are found in &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. But anyone who has attempted to make the journey to both The White Nile of Uganda and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Zambia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s &lt;st1:place&gt;Zambezi&lt;/st1:place&gt; in one go will soon realize they are huge distances apart from each other. An expensive airplane ride can eat up those miles in a matter of hours and is the common cure. But should you be lucky enough to make the haul across 4 countries and 2000 miles of potholes and mud ruts by car, you will lose yourself in an epic journey that makes kayaking only a portion of the whole adventure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pXD2G6hgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lBvXSmxur4c/s1600-h/Tanzania+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pXD2G6hgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lBvXSmxur4c/s400/Tanzania+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524847427323394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;From &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; we made bold decision to drive west around &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt; and into the small country of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Rwanda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Although this would be a shorter distance on paper, this route would eventually land us in remote western &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, where roads became dots on the map - 4x4 African style.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the beginning the drive was beautiful and paved nicely, going up into Ugandan hills until we reached the terraced hillsides of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Rwanda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Here there were people everywhere including all over the road. &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Rwanda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has one of the highest population densities in &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; and it definitely felt like it. But we should have not taken the pavement for granted, once into &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; nice roads vanished into dirt ruts and soon became an 800 mile thrash along &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake  Tanganyika&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Definitely off the beaten path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pdY2G6hkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/H8_UNbUxd94/s1600-h/Tanzania+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pdY2G6hkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/H8_UNbUxd94/s400/Tanzania+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150531805274342978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For most of the next 4 days our sturdy Toyota Hilux was holding its own in full time 4x4 as road became legendary with stunning scenery, steep rock crawls, and nasty deep mud pools. As we climbed up and over one small mountain range, we got introduced to the meaning of "the wet season" as mother Africa decided to send a crazy tropical rain storm our way… as if we didn’t have enough to worry about. As with most storms here in Africa when it rains, it rains with authority and our road became a small river in a matter of minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pbkWG6hjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HaDj-0H6Y9Q/s1600-h/Tanzania+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pbkWG6hjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HaDj-0H6Y9Q/s400/Tanzania+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150529803819583026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a low point of thinking we would be stuck forever in the African outback, the road began to improve during our final push to the Zambian border. On our way we crossed the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Malagarasi&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, beautiful and ready for a multi-day expedition if you don’t mind….Hippos! One of the biggest obstacles holding back the majority of river explorations throughout, &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; are these gigantic aggressive beast who love to hang out together in flat water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3paG2G6hiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eDKK4lBHbFg/s1600-h/Tanzania+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3paG2G6hiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eDKK4lBHbFg/s400/Tanzania+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150528197501814306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Zambia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;! Once on the Great Eastern road, we rejoiced in potholed pavement for the next 1000 miles and pushed long and hard to Livingstone in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Zambia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s southwestern corner. As one of the 7 natural wonders of the world plummet from the countryside and into the gorge below it was refreshing to know we had arrived before the river had yet to go past ridiculously high levels. This year the river is on its way up quickly but is still providing some of the best waves in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pSK2G6heI/AAAAAAAAAew/hbQVZT73rLA/s1600-h/Zambezi+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pSK2G6heI/AAAAAAAAAew/hbQVZT73rLA/s400/Zambezi+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150519470128268770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico Chasing - still a permanent Zambezi resident with plenty of airmiles on #8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the immediate possibility of the &lt;st1:place&gt;White Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt; falling victim to damming, the classic &lt;st1:place&gt;Zambezi&lt;/st1:place&gt; gorge represents no man’s land, a border into the abyss which separates two countries. Perhaps a dam one day far far away, but until then make sure you make the trip to one of the greatest pieces of playable big water boating on the planet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pYL2G6hhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/DoJZLxuglTY/s1600-h/P1030435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pYL2G6hhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/DoJZLxuglTY/s400/P1030435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150526084377904658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Basso trying to settle the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698ecc4286e73a786&amp;amp;ll=-17.943135,25.864391&amp;amp;spn=0.057159,0.072956&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698ecc4286e73a786&amp;amp;ll=-17.943135,25.864391&amp;amp;spn=0.057159,0.072956&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Zambezi River (IV-V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-1277035053069259555?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2008/01/nile-2-zambezi-african-road-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/R3pRMWG6hdI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WtC-_fcL__8/s72-c/Zambezi+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-7385745111902503294</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-15T14:13:14.364-06:00</atom:updated><title>Ragati River  - Kenya</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rzym8H3ViiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VXUe_7Lfehg/s1600-h/Ragati+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133161227129031202" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rzym8H3ViiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VXUe_7Lfehg/s400/Ragati+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Savage. A first descent of the Ragati slides, Kenya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ragati River is another primary artery to the Mt. Kenya drainage system that we were hoping was going to put out impressive results. On this side of the mountain the bedrock had somewhat changed from the pool drop nature so commonly found in the lava-like gorges nearby. Instead, the Ragati was known to have super slides one would hardly expect in this part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzycdH3VifI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8YN5vH8W9lw/s1600-h/Ragati+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133149699436808690" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzycdH3VifI/AAAAAAAAAcE/8YN5vH8W9lw/s400/Ragati+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend came about with the crew ready, and water levels ideal so we set out on a ground mission first to see what we could find on foot. Already the night before when the topo map was on the table, Simon had given us his word that there would be plenty more slides above the 1 and a half he had ran when he was here in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rzyj7H3VihI/AAAAAAAAAcU/DnedUfl1zdg/s1600-h/Ragati+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133157911414278674" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rzyj7H3VihI/AAAAAAAAAcU/DnedUfl1zdg/s400/Ragati+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within an hour from basecamp, we were walking easliy along the shore getting some interesting looks from local farmers, mothers and children who were least expecting 3 muzungus thrashing through their banana and coffee plantations while checking the river. From where the 1st descents of the slides left off in 2004, the original slide conqueror and myself headed further up the drainage to discover more of the goods that had been waiting patiently for our return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzyiB33VigI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Oj5yCNrIPVs/s1600-h/Ragati+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133155828355140098" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzyiB33VigI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Oj5yCNrIPVs/s400/Ragati+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ragati slides start of with a 200+ foot two-tiered monster slide that began with scouting discussions of ' yeah right' into 'ugly-hmmm' into 'interesting' as we neared top. Probably a good thing that we were walking from the bottom up. But in the end some of us were only willing to give the top part a go and this was going require more safety that we had. Beyond, the slides again pick up in size until Bamboocha hurls another 100+ feet of instant gravity loss your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzyZqX3VieI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IFAaOxoGPLs/s1600-h/Ragati+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133146628535192034" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzyZqX3VieI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IFAaOxoGPLs/s400/Ragati+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Coward drops in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bamboocha, a few smaller ramps appear and a tight class V slot drop makes the Ragati feel like more than just a African supersized waterpark. Over a dozen slides later, including a grand finale on the original from 2004 that caused a near decapitating from the fierce shore vegitation, we were down on the flats with darkness fast approaching. The Ragati is currently one of Kenya's sweetest paddling discoveries. Until the next group appears, it is a fine symbol in the search for quality creeking in a region where whitewater has no face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzyWIH3VidI/AAAAAAAAAb0/q7i6Q8htqY4/s1600-h/Ragati+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133142741589789138" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzyWIH3VidI/AAAAAAAAAb0/q7i6Q8htqY4/s400/Ragati+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-7385745111902503294?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2007/11/ragati-river-kenya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rzym8H3ViiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VXUe_7Lfehg/s72-c/Ragati+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-6437164120573774197</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T08:31:00.907-06:00</atom:updated><title>Muragua River - Kenya</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjJQSldtQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NPs3HN-HJgU/s1600-h/Muragua+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjJQSldtQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NPs3HN-HJgU/s400/Muragua+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132073057092744450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Coward likes his boofs big. Muragua River - Kenya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the past few weeks in Kenya it is hard to believe that I left Europe only a month ago feeling confident that I would not be missing nor needing my trusty Dagger Nomad that I had practically been living inside since June. Impressions of African big waves and endless blunt movies that have swamped the internet highway over the past few years had me mislead. But it was my friend Simon back home that had always been the secret source of the truth. Nearly 4 years prior, his adventure insights brought him and a kiwi crew to a paddling destination far from ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjN7yldtSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/xQz5H69o9Lc/s1600-h/Muragua+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjN7yldtSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/xQz5H69o9Lc/s400/Muragua+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132078202463565090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower Muragua Gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the equator, Kenya is more than a country of grasslands and grazing zebras. Africa's second highest,  Mt. Kenya and many other mountain ranges, contribute to a spectacular landscape and provide an enormous  area of altitude and water that has to drain somewhere, somehow. No longer is it a fanciful thought. Kenya can convert you from vacation bluntboater to a creekboater in a matter of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjVHCldtVI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yt-96g0moNs/s1600-h/Muragua+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjVHCldtVI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yt-96g0moNs/s400/Muragua+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132086092318487890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massive component to Kenyan river exploration has come from Marc and James Savage. Beginning as a bush pilot and mountaineer, Marc founded whitewater rafting and adventure tourism in Kenya. Marc and family are keeping things active with a &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.whitewaterkenya.com/"&gt;river base&lt;/a&gt; paradise on the Tana river. However James is keen in the kayak and his goal of river exploration remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First descents are vast in this country, but the Muragua River was one of Simon and crew's original mission discoveries. Years later and none kayakers more it is still a short but swift gut punch of rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjD-CldtNI/AAAAAAAAAac/q-QwV-0EY3A/s1600-h/Muragua+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjD-CldtNI/AAAAAAAAAac/q-QwV-0EY3A/s400/Muragua+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132067246001992914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Savage close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muragua  appears after miles of bumpy road at a bridge over a sweet slide to start things off.  The friendly locals quickly gathered in conversation about today's unexpected entertainment. Eyes, hoots and smiles were to be the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjdASldtWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vxTbYvnuEjA/s1600-h/Muragua+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjdASldtWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vxTbYvnuEjA/s400/Muragua+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132094772447393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muragua is tight at the beginning, but soon opens up to what any adventure paddler seeks. Easy access, clean drops, and a highlight waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjHkSldtPI/AAAAAAAAAas/O6f-fLKIVM4/s1600-h/Muragua+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjHkSldtPI/AAAAAAAAAas/O6f-fLKIVM4/s400/Muragua+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132071201666872562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat-2-the-vapor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further downstream beyond the KenGen dam, the Muragua plummets itself off an 80 foot waterfall shelf and into a gorge full of giant drops still waiting for a kayak to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjQIyldtTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/vYWwfo7xpek/s1600-h/Muragua+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjQIyldtTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/vYWwfo7xpek/s400/Muragua+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132080624825120050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the access can be an issue as we found ourselves swatting through thorn bushes and sliding down drainage cracks to get down below the entry falls.  There is so much action in this one drainage alone it is hard to imagine what could be lying just around the next corner or over the next hill. But already nearing 5:30 the sun is low and the scale of the whitewater ahead must be saved for another time and day. Wearing the red soil as the color of Kenya on our hands and clothes,  we return to Sagana after a special day of whitewater in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjMGyldtRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bQ4PDWj4c7o/s1600-h/Muragua+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjMGyldtRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bQ4PDWj4c7o/s400/Muragua+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132076192418870546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://www.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698f6daa8c9673aa5&amp;amp;ll=-0.75237,37.157907&amp;amp;spn=0.020598,0.027466&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004698f6daa8c9673aa5&amp;amp;ll=-0.75237,37.157907&amp;amp;spn=0.020598,0.027466&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Maragua River (IV)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-6437164120573774197?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2007/11/muragua-river-kenya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RzjJQSldtQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NPs3HN-HJgU/s72-c/Muragua+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-6884561293986316517</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-10T17:17:44.989-06:00</atom:updated><title>Soča (S - Gorge Cataract) - Slovenia</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1C7q4NuJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9CjfUuZdpDo/s1600-h/IMG_8929a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1C7q4NuJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9CjfUuZdpDo/s400/IMG_8929a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119821944279906450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Diego Budeguer in the heart of the &lt;/o:p&gt;Soča River - Slovenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soča river is far from being a secret to the European whitewater scene. For much of a 7 month long season, the Soča remains loyal to road tripping clubs visiting from afar, weekend warriors from neighboring countries, and locals soaking up the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1FT64NuKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/emugYNG4XBU/s1600-h/Soca+013a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1FT64NuKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/emugYNG4XBU/s400/Soca+013a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119824559914989730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian alp views are vantastic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Besides the endless spring source welling up deep inside the Julian Alps, the Soča’s biggest attribute is the straight up combination of beautiful surroundings, crystal clear water and natural slalom eddies formed from the unique ghostly shaded karst rock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1XCa4NuPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XvTbE62gAig/s1600-h/Soca+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1XCa4NuPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XvTbE62gAig/s400/Soca+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119844050476579058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few paddlers leave the Soča unfulfilled. It is considered one of the most beautiful classrooms in whitewater. Even the strongest paddlers find some degree of satisfaction in the perfectly situated rocks, unique boofs and multiple sections of class II-IV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rwzv3a4NuII/AAAAAAAAAWo/OFTjsihoeOA/s1600-h/IMG_8860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rwzv3a4NuII/AAAAAAAAAWo/OFTjsihoeOA/s400/IMG_8860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119730611800356994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The quality rapids and technical lines making the Soča a classic are also here. The Soča delivers the goods in a 2km stretch notoriously branded the Siphon Gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1SS64NuOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0WjL5vBwJDE/s1600-h/IMG_8918a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1SS64NuOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0WjL5vBwJDE/s400/IMG_8918a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119838836386281698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rocks in this stretch are bigger, tighter and can leave you wondering about safe locations on your first few runs down. But eddies always outnumber the siphons, and with good flows and a good group the S-Gorge of the Soča turns into a sweet, endless, boof to eddy playground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1QGq4NuLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iBiRLL3w534/s1600-h/Soca+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1QGq4NuLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iBiRLL3w534/s400/Soca+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119836426909628594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Laurent Devigne (FRA), Diego Budeguer and Fabian Bonnano (ARG) for great photos, lines and friendships during our week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-6884561293986316517?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2007/10/soa-s-gorge-cataract-slovenia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rw1C7q4NuJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9CjfUuZdpDo/s72-c/IMG_8929a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-1338928165524744812</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 12:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-05T07:50:59.200-06:00</atom:updated><title>Lower Raundalselva - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtlj0beCkXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S0UwUIVpu_U/s1600-h/Raundal+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtlj0beCkXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S0UwUIVpu_U/s400/Raundal+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105221404979270002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Abbott  starts off in sun and style, Lower Raundalselva - Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Raundal of Voss is one of those rivers that offers multiple class III-VI sections of whitewater throughout a long season of varying water levels. Throw in some deep gorges, must run boofs, numerous waterfalls, 30 kilometers of river, and Voss's reputation  as a creek boater's paradise soaks in. With a past week of high cloud, cold nights and clear skies, the water levels in the area dropped enough to bring the class IV-V Lower Raundalselva onto the minds of a few of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtlwI7eCkaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2VWuS4f4rdA/s1600-h/Raundal+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtlwI7eCkaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2VWuS4f4rdA/s400/Raundal+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105234951306121634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Raundalselva needs manageable flows of around 20 or less cms to keep the nerves calm in a few not-so-clean boulder chokes within some deep walls. Even before you  get into your boat, you are staring down the entry to a beautiful 20 foot waterfall. You can either  go left for the boof here, or maybe try your luck down a clean slide on the right of the rock island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtl0OLeCkdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/znK5B_VEWjo/s1600-h/Raundal+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtl0OLeCkdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/znK5B_VEWjo/s400/Raundal+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105239439546946002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in huck choices - and how about that sunny weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtlx8beCkbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zPc39TV32ig/s1600-h/Raundal+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtlx8beCkbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zPc39TV32ig/s400/Raundal+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105236935581012402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike with the new Palm max floatation PFD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too far into the run comes an unappealing no-scout drop with big rocks taking up the majority of the horizon line. Again you have the choice to boof the left pinch and bounce off a rock at the bottom or go right through a winding corridor that puts you close to some sieves. Another drop worthy of mention lies just downstream and has an undercut rock blocking half of the exit on the right. The river stays fairly gorged up from this point on but offers slippery green covered rocks on each shore to scout or portage for the rest of the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtlrNLeCkYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/J_4RSlK214M/s1600-h/Raundal+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtlrNLeCkYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/J_4RSlK214M/s400/Raundal+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105229526762426754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Phillips enjoying his relaxing float in the pool between drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtly9beCkcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QeQ9alKknfw/s1600-h/Raundal+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtly9beCkcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QeQ9alKknfw/s400/Raundal+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105238052272509378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Dashper  - happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtlvh7eCkZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fDdoLsHCNJY/s1600-h/Raundal+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtlvh7eCkZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fDdoLsHCNJY/s400/Raundal+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105234281291223442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Basso - left line highlight waterfall close to the end of the gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know you are nearing the end of the gorge when the gradient flattens out and the pools become clear and large. After the walls disappear paddle the flatwater for a short distance and take out on your right at some red army buildings.  Thanks to Benjamin Hjort and the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.riverkore.com/"&gt;riverkore&lt;/a&gt; boys for the good lines, humour and a most perfect day in Voss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-1338928165524744812?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2007/09/lower-raundalselva-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rtlj0beCkXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S0UwUIVpu_U/s72-c/Raundal+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-704136326581536328</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 08:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T06:49:09.189-06:00</atom:updated><title>Hemsila - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKYareCj_I/AAAAAAAAANM/sPhVzXGY_Ak/s1600-h/Hemsila+093a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKYareCj_I/AAAAAAAAANM/sPhVzXGY_Ak/s400/Hemsila+093a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103308911876935666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huck happy on Norway's rare flowing Hemsila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.hemsedal.com/"&gt;Hemsedal&lt;/a&gt; is one of Norway's premier winter freeride resorts, but in the summer things quiet down substantially. This is the current home of the always impressive Jim 'farmer diesel' Cummings. Besides Motocross and Mtn Biking hard, he is out there making friends with the locals and trying to avoid the 1500 dollar speeding-in-Norway fines while on the prowl for quality class V. The Hemsila just happens to be a top 10 Norwegian creeking gem in Jim's own backyard. However a stingy dam and whole lot of rain this summer has made it difficult in finding the perfect 15-25 cms needed for a safe passage through its double canyons. South African, Hendri Coetzee brought the sun with him on his few days off from work and we converged in Hemsedal to make things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKk0beCkCI/AAAAAAAAANk/O4ba2Vx8URk/s1600-h/Hemsila+089a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKk0beCkCI/AAAAAAAAANk/O4ba2Vx8URk/s400/Hemsila+089a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103322548398100514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first attempt at the Hemsila with a flow of over 40 cms resulted in consistent pucker factor and portage party along the canyon walls. But after 2 days of patient waiting in rare dry sunny heat, the level nearly dropped in half and we were in business as long as the dam kept their gates open for one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKncreCkGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xHI-riDZvOo/s1600-h/Hemsila+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKncreCkGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xHI-riDZvOo/s400/Hemsila+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103325438911090786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hemsila starts off in mighty fashion with a tight slot drop to begin the first canyon, letting you know right away the importance on having water levels that aren't pushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKjYLeCkAI/AAAAAAAAANU/2bfWy8svBaU/s1600-h/Hemsila+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKjYLeCkAI/AAAAAAAAANU/2bfWy8svBaU/s400/Hemsila+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103320963555168258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKn_reCkHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BNzmYnr5ddU/s1600-h/Hemsil+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKn_reCkHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BNzmYnr5ddU/s400/Hemsil+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326040206512242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One portage will probably happen in this warm up canyon before things open up again providing easy scouting to the many slides and drops that lead up to the REAL canyon.&lt;br /&gt;At this point there is an alternative takeout bridge above a monster drop (portage), followed by a 100+ footer slide requiring a crucial left line to set you up for the final plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKl8LeCkEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ql7GTd9P-dE/s1600-h/Hemsila+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKl8LeCkEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ql7GTd9P-dE/s400/Hemsila+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323781053714498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point on the Hemsila turns into a class V box gorge puzzle that your skills and patience need to solve in the remaining 4-5 kms. Two must run rapids in this canyon still have eddies to slow things down and help you get a fix on the lines downstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKkJbeCkBI/AAAAAAAAANc/5nPEPcG72qg/s1600-h/Hemsila+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKkJbeCkBI/AAAAAAAAANc/5nPEPcG72qg/s400/Hemsila+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103321809663725586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final kilometer before the town of Gol comes a slide with a vicious hole followed by 3 waterfalls. If your body and mind decide to conquer these final drops make sure you are feeling invincible and there is plenty of safety. A water level in our opinion of less than  20cms would also make things easier.  On our way back to Hemsedal came good feelings about the descent and our accomplishments. As we drove by the dam the water had already been turned off, meaning we had chosen the perfect day of the summer to paddle Norway's classic Hemsila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKm0beCkFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AciIg2kT53U/s1600-h/Hemsila+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKm0beCkFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AciIg2kT53U/s400/Hemsila+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103324747421356114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my beautiful &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.shoosty.blogspot.com/"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt; for the awesome photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00046a2f1c80182a4950f&amp;amp;ll=60.734833,8.891373&amp;amp;spn=0.08056,0.219727&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.00046a2f1c80182a4950f&amp;amp;ll=60.734833,8.891373&amp;amp;spn=0.08056,0.219727&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Hemsila (V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-704136326581536328?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2007/08/hemsila-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RtKYareCj_I/AAAAAAAAANM/sPhVzXGY_Ak/s72-c/Hemsila+093a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-179493959953742184</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 09:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-10T17:19:25.607-06:00</atom:updated><title>Myklebustelva - Norway</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RsgYgbeCj9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Pu53PyzKLHU/s1600-h/MBselva+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RsgYgbeCj9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Pu53PyzKLHU/s400/MBselva+43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100353523405721554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I spent my summer vacation..... Jordie Mckenzie, Myklebustelva - Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Norway whitewater experience is always an adventure full of sweet lines and surprises. This year has been no different except for the fact the tap has yet to be turned off. Many rivers are still banging out huge flows. With lots of water brings the search for new descents in a land where water runs down anything with gradient. Norweigans are proud of their land and those who go hunting for the treasure of slides and drops sometimes find secret spots right in the backyard.  &lt;span&gt;Øivind Kleppe and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nils Hjelme were kind enough to tell us  of their secret after work spot. Having seen only a handful of descents, the Myklebustelva is a tributary to the classic Valdolla, lurking in fjords of More Og Romsdal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rsgbq7eCj-I/AAAAAAAAANE/hDoQEwvdciE/s1600-h/MBselva+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rsgbq7eCj-I/AAAAAAAAANE/hDoQEwvdciE/s400/MBselva+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100357002329231330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although only given directions by mouth, an hour's stroll through mossy enchanted forest revealed more than I had hoped for. A dozen or more drops packed into less than a kilometer of distance - a park and slide 5 star hotel. After 3 bombs down a run with only small pools keeping the drops from being one giant slide, safe to say the grin on everyone's face was wider than the crystal creek they had just paddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RsgYCbeCj8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/EgGSezxm3N0/s1600-h/MBselva+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RsgYCbeCj8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/EgGSezxm3N0/s400/MBselva+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100353008009646018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like back home, the Norway 'mission' will always be here.....long live the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6188897968833025581&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-179493959953742184?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2007/08/myklebustelva-norway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RsgYgbeCj9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Pu53PyzKLHU/s72-c/MBselva+43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-2805703256317356188</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T07:16:50.270-06:00</atom:updated><title>Bighorn River, AB - Canada</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoAwmttUSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sL8aivL2fD8/s1600-h/DSC00851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080113821336750562" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoAwmttUSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sL8aivL2fD8/s400/DSC00851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescent Falls backdrop with Mikkel St. Jean making the Curtain Call - Bighorn River, Alberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;st1:place&gt;Bighorn River&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a classic waterfall tributary of &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alberta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;’s &lt;st1:place&gt;North Saskatchewan&lt;/st1:place&gt; headwaters. In a setting amongst the raw jagged Central Canadian Rocky Mountains, the Bighorn has found away to erode itself into a deep layered gorge with 6 beauty drops within its walls. The run is heavily dependent on snow in an area commonly low in annual amounts. This usually makes for a limited window of opportunity for paddling. However, the endless thunderstorms rolling across from BC currently had this waterfall paradise pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoC039tUSjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i8PkuSqyOo8/s1600-h/IMGP0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080259253224360498" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoC039tUSjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i8PkuSqyOo8/s400/IMGP0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the usual suspects for this mission were Jordie and Jen McKenzie, Manilow, Chris McTaggart, &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nelson BC local Mikkel St. Jean still waiting for levels in BC to drop; and fresh off a second descent of 100ft &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Johnson&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was heavy hitter Logan Grayling complete with bloodshot eye and the savage mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoCt7dtUSiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tpt0OZ8GZpo/s1600-h/IMGP0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080251616772508194" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoCt7dtUSiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tpt0OZ8GZpo/s400/IMGP0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Grayling boofs must run freefall #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the Bighorn is easy requiring you to travel west along the David Thompson highway through Nordegg towards the Banff National Park Boundary. If you are coming from the opposite direction head north on highway 93 from &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake Louise&lt;/st1:place&gt; and then head east towards Nordegg at the Saskatchewan Crossing turnoff. The &lt;st1:place&gt;Bighorn River&lt;/st1:place&gt; crosses the highway through giant culverts at the end of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Abraham&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. You can camp and leave a car here and then continue back towards Nordegg looking for the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Crescent&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; turnoff just down the road. The road up to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Crescent&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is only a few miles and ends at a recreation area parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few steps more will put you at the brink of a 70 footer that is still waiting for someone to claim this monster for a first D. Most of us regard the problem with &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Crescent&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to be all the loose sediment of sharp rock which explodes out from the boils when flows are most appealing. If ever you were going to wear a motorcycle helmet complete with visor off a big huck this would be the one. A bonus for your eyes is just beyond and another 40+ feet to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoAy2dtUSgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jVbFQCJLQ7M/s1600-h/IMGP0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080116290942945794" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoAy2dtUSgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jVbFQCJLQ7M/s400/IMGP0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Curtain Call was first run by Rob Evans-Davies about a decade ago and has since seen a few more descents over the years. Again the line on this waterfall varies with water levels and this time it looked to be center left with left control. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoAx5NtUSfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NefgmIK1Hgc/s1600-h/IMGP0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080115238675958258" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoAx5NtUSfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NefgmIK1Hgc/s400/IMGP0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chris McTaggart lost the fight with his paddle shaft on Curtain Call &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beyond the second waterfall you are surrounded by deep walls on your way down to the Particle Accelerator. Here the river ramps down into a narrow slide that ends in a big hole complete with pinched exit and a scary cave on the left. At lower flows you might just get your bow up before the hole and boof. However the current level made for some impressive downtime as saftey pondered the resurfacing whereabouts of each mystery man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoJkMg1ZfcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tgb8aU2a80Y/s1600-h/IMGP0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoJkMg1ZfcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tgb8aU2a80Y/s400/IMGP0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080733495762451906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just beyond here the final 3 waterfalls lay in succession about 100 yards from each other. 10 foot Squirrel Nuts, 25 foot Freefall, and then a final 20 foot plunge into a pool. All of these are pretty much unportageable unless you like cliff jumping from twice the height of each drop. Finally a half hour of class III awaits on your way down to the takeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4780906568520225226&amp;amp;hl=en-CA" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny McKenzie on the final drop of the Bighorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To best judge the flows for the Bighorn have a look to see if any water at all is flowing through the second culvert. If there is just a bit the levels are good, none means the level is low, and lots means the river is high. Standing at the top of the two first falls will also give you an idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;client=dell-row-rel&amp;amp;channel=no&amp;amp;ad=w5&amp;amp;adsafe=high&amp;amp;safe=high&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004693df404f7972061e&amp;amp;ll=52.380629,-116.32513&amp;amp;spn=0.050296,0.109863&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;client=dell-row-rel&amp;amp;channel=no&amp;amp;ad=w5&amp;amp;adsafe=high&amp;amp;safe=high&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004693df404f7972061e&amp;amp;ll=52.380629,-116.32513&amp;amp;spn=0.050296,0.109863&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Big Horn River (IV-V+)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-2805703256317356188?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2007/06/bighorn-river-ab-canada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RoAwmttUSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sL8aivL2fD8/s72-c/DSC00851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-115099731315944642</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-09T16:01:16.185-06:00</atom:updated><title>Big Timber Creek Race 2007,   MT - USA</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rmzi_NtUSVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/05ebeKmpSu8/s1600-h/IMGP0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074680455779076434" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rmzi_NtUSVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/05ebeKmpSu8/s400/IMGP0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RmzkSNtUSWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YbxHJkljmVM/s1600-h/IMGP0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074681881708218722" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RmzkSNtUSWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YbxHJkljmVM/s400/IMGP0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Shaw airbrace to switch - Big Timber Race -2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever Big Timber Creek Race took place over the weekend with over 30 competitors stepping up to fire off one of the steepest sections of downriver racing on the whitewater map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to race organizers from Headwaters Paddling Association, great sponsors, landowners in the area and everyone who came to rage down Big T any which way they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch Runners Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chris McTaggart&lt;br /&gt;2. Mikkel St. Jean Duncan&lt;br /&gt;3. Spencer Cox&lt;br /&gt;4. Ira Vasgaard&lt;br /&gt;5. Patrick Rodgers&lt;br /&gt;6. Mark Basso&lt;br /&gt;Logan Grayling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;8.&lt;/o:p&gt; Bryce Shaw&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Doug Marberg&lt;br /&gt;10. Bradford MacArthur&lt;br /&gt;11. Chris Baer&lt;br /&gt;12. Graham Storey&lt;br /&gt;13. Chris Newey&lt;br /&gt;14. Todd Richey&lt;br /&gt;PJ Moran&lt;br /&gt;16. Cooper Brightman&lt;br /&gt;17. David Binkley&lt;br /&gt;18. Aaron Loft&lt;br /&gt;19. Barry Bohr&lt;br /&gt;20. Will Hartman&lt;br /&gt;21. Matt Sylvester&lt;br /&gt;22. Chad Wiebe&lt;br /&gt;23. David Schroeder&lt;br /&gt;24. Steve Rodgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamblers Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Andy Hoover&lt;br /&gt;2. Ian M&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeff Lessley&lt;br /&gt;4. Jeff Clark&lt;br /&gt;5. Randall Cook&lt;br /&gt;6. Jonas Grenz&lt;br /&gt;7. Jason Matthews&lt;br /&gt;8. Mike Goglin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rm3f8NtUSbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mPg7sfUfVZc/s1600-h/IMGP0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rm3f8NtUSbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mPg7sfUfVZc/s400/IMGP0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074958580681296306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Timber report from last year's mission:&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the constant search for the backyard dream run it was most excellent to come upon a classic steep creek which actually does exist within a tank of gas from the house. Like the classic slides of California, Big Timber Creek is also proof that you don't need to travel all the way to Norway to get the super slide kayaking fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8647349931919421896&amp;amp;hl=en-CA" id="VideoPlayback" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowing from a fairytale backdrop with a gradient of over 700ft per mile, Big Timber is certainly a short run of epic scale. The Crazy Mountians simply rise up from a portion of Montana prairie like an oasis of rocks. Our Calgary crew of 3 strode across into Montanada with high hopes of dropping into slide infested Big Tim upon arrival. However while discussing flows in Bozeman with the Garcia brothers our conversation became flooded with talk of too much water. Only the week before, high elevations in the area were still receiving snow and now all of a sudden Bozeman was back to mid 80 degree temperatures. Only a couple days before Evan and Ian had mixed results on Big Timber's lower falls at high water and were sent home with a black eye and roughed up hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/276/2092/640/Montucky%20Joey%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/276/2092/320/Montucky%20Joey%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found some wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to put our Big Timber anticipations on hold until later on in the week and instead headed over to the Stillwater and Boulder creek drainages. Both of these areas were also seeing a sudden purge of snowmelt but fortunately the only carnage we saw came from Joey bagging his Toyota on the back roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/276/2092/640/IMGP0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/276/2092/320/IMGP0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung up like a fresh kill....Joey Vosburgh post muffler. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of moving on from the Sawtooth Mountains and heading over to Missoula, we sat in the Columbus truck stop looking at the map and decided that Big Timber was just too close not to at least go camp at and scout the next day. In the morning we awoke at Halfmoon Campground to the sound of the water romping below our trucks. Coffees in hand, it took only a short walk up past the lower falls to commit to paddling the creek we had drove the 500 miles to claim. By local standards it was high, but indifferent to customary knowledge, we still saw plenty of eddies on the hike up and quickly began recognizing some of the drops from films and photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rm3ijttUSdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uowr7Cf2xrs/s1600-h/IMGP0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rm3ijttUSdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uowr7Cf2xrs/s400/IMGP0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074961458309384658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Baer on the first drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Timber Creek starts off with one of its few near vertical drops on the upper section before turning into slide-pool slide for a majority of the gradient. Most of the slides are steep enough to make you forget about the abuse your creeker's hull is taking and a couple long slides put you near the euphoric state of creekboat bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-3850747234205419720&amp;amp;hl=en-CA" id="VideoPlayback" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our afternoon wore on we realized we weren't the fastest on the way down and a long scout of the 70 ft super-slide pinch near end began to make us wish we had brought more than a few energy bars. After running the pinch, the last few drops put us on the brink of underperformance and we decided to come back another time to run the lower falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RmziQttUSUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kzKTCDebafM/s1600-h/Big+Timber+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074679656915159362" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RmziQttUSUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kzKTCDebafM/s400/Big+Timber+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordie MacKenzie - Lower Big T Falls July, 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are one of the lucky Bozeman/Livingston Boaters who get to spend countless hours of worship sliding out of the Crazy Mountains during the snowmelt, hardly enough acclaim can be given to Big Timber Creek off a quick road trip. As always for those who appreciate summer in Western North America, Montana beckons……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/276/2092/640/IMGP0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/276/2092/320/IMGP0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-115099731315944642?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-timber-creek-mt-usa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/Rmzi_NtUSVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/05ebeKmpSu8/s72-c/IMGP0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227885.post-5096081420304086558</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 23:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-26T04:45:01.402-06:00</atom:updated><title>Cameron Creek, AB - Canada</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlYqmi85ljI/AAAAAAAAACU/zAi2-ZHpJaE/s1600-h/Wild+Thing+Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlYqmi85ljI/AAAAAAAAACU/zAi2-ZHpJaE/s400/Wild+Thing+Main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068285272357705266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the goodness of Cameron Creek, Alberta - Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Creek and his rookie status remain fairly static due to the remote yet accessible Alberta prairie-mountain zone where the number of National Parks outnumber the representing creekboaters. In fact if this quaint little tributary of Waterton Lake was situated a few miles to the south in Montana, perhaps the run would have a greater reputation from the western boating community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlYrgi85lkI/AAAAAAAAACc/0YL_qIGD6Pw/s1600-h/Waterton+Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlYrgi85lkI/AAAAAAAAACc/0YL_qIGD6Pw/s400/Waterton+Park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068286268790117954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless for a run located in the far southwest corner of the Canadian Rockies, Cameron Creek will remain a roadside playground for those looking for quality drops under looming windswept peaks and canyon walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZYsi85lrI/AAAAAAAAADU/C7BPjub2dBw/s1600-h/Razor+Ramon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZYsi85lrI/AAAAAAAAADU/C7BPjub2dBw/s400/Razor+Ramon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068335952971798194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the hands away from Razor Ramone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of weekends Cameron has been dubbed 'creek of the week' by a select few who have been keen to run BC class V but ultimately have been shut down thanks to record snowpack melting in the hot spring sun. Although creeks in the East Kootenays and Idaho panhandle have been chugging since early May, the other side of the mountains in Alberta have seen water levels remain consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZMMS85lnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zXeJWlqUbxY/s1600-h/Something+Nasty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZMMS85lnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zXeJWlqUbxY/s400/Something+Nasty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068322204781483634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're coming from any direction to paddle you will still have to cruise the open prairie landscape until you see the mountains rise up out of nowhere. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.pc.gc.ca/pn-np/ab/waterton/visit/index_e.asp"&gt;Waterton Park&lt;/a&gt; has only one entrance and you also will need to pay the national park fees. Once you near the townsite look for a quick right turn that steepens up a set of switchbacks. On the second switchback (nearest the canyon) pull over and have a look at unrunnable Cameron Falls. Here the creek makes a final plunge to the valley floor off an immense slide shelf in ugly fashion. After the switchbacks you will see a pullout on the left   overlooking the canyon. If you are doing the main run this will unfortunately be your steep heave-ho takeout up a mixture of scree and bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZLfS85lmI/AAAAAAAAACs/455iGRRWUS4/s1600-h/Aldridge+Shon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZLfS85lmI/AAAAAAAAACs/455iGRRWUS4/s400/Aldridge+Shon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068321431687370338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shon Cottrill finishes up Aldridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue driving another 6km up past McNeally's picnic area where the creek looks mellow. Another pullout on the left overlooks Aldridge. Put in here and have a good look at this rapid as it contains a couple of tight moves around some piton rocks at the top. If Aldridge looks scary, you might best reconsider paddling that day or at least go for the Cameron 'light' section. Beyond Aldridge is gentle 5 -1o minute float until the river turns right and enters the canyon. Once horizon lines start to appear be on the lookout for Wild Thing and scout on the left. Wild Thing rocks of a double ledge before turning into a sweet slide and might be the best drop on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-450880942206502756&amp;amp;hl=en-CA" id="VideoPlayback" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just downstream is another double ledge within tight walls. The line is straight forward but is best scouted from the road on the way up. Hanging out in this pool below requires the decision of calling it a 'light' day and taking the easy hike out or getting the full Cameron admission. Not far below in the lower canyon is a committing cave drop that needs medium or lower flows. Look for a hard scout left wall just above a 20 footer with most of the flow going into a doom-room. Safety can be set up on the ledge that creates the cave but it will be in the hands of the first boater to  style things up right. Watch for a log spanning the creek just below this and portage carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZK7C85llI/AAAAAAAAACk/KRLRKtGlVEs/s1600-h/Cave+Boof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZK7C85llI/AAAAAAAAACk/KRLRKtGlVEs/s400/Cave+Boof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068320808917112402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikkel St. Jean on the crux cave drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you are out of this mini box gorge the valley gets deeper but the road remains accessible high above on river left.  Cameron Creek becomes the most fulfilling at this point as another half dozen crystal clean drops present themselves for more smiles and friendly hoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZMgy85loI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fgO1-fnUJNY/s1600-h/Mikkel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZMgy85loI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fgO1-fnUJNY/s400/Mikkel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068322556968801922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end is Razor Ramone, an ugly horseshoe ledge with a rock fin parallel to the line.  Takeout above or below this rapid unless you are feeling like another go at tougher drops and scary portages for the final several hundred meters up to the brink of Cameron Falls.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Shon 'Flex' Cotrill for the snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZYUy85lqI/AAAAAAAAADM/gWS5-TgIS4E/s1600-h/Cameron+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlZYUy85lqI/AAAAAAAAADM/gWS5-TgIS4E/s400/Cameron+View.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068335544949905058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pc.gc.ca/pn-np/ab/waterton/images/WLNPtownsite_map_e.pdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Map of the Waterton area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;client=dell-row-rel&amp;amp;channel=no&amp;amp;ad=w5&amp;amp;adsafe=high&amp;amp;safe=high&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004693d77112a1958b0d&amp;amp;ll=49.064644,-113.952084&amp;amp;spn=0.053987,0.109863&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;output=embed" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;amp;client=dell-row-rel&amp;amp;channel=no&amp;amp;ad=w5&amp;amp;adsafe=high&amp;amp;safe=high&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msid=112520963207828216283.0004693d77112a1958b0d&amp;amp;ll=49.064644,-113.952084&amp;amp;spn=0.053987,0.109863&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Cameron Creek (IV-V)&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227885-5096081420304086558?l=liquidbeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://liquidbeta.blogspot.com/2007/05/cameron-creek-ab-canada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Basso)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOPu8n4n53k/RlYqmi85ljI/AAAAAAAAACU/zAi2-ZHpJaE/s72-c/Wild+Thing+Main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item></channel></rss>
