Foster Falls on The New River
1400cfs - Ivanhoe gauge
(all photos of me are courtesy of Bob)
Do you remember the scene in Vacation where Chevy Chase is on the side of the pool, about to jump in, and he's saying "This is crazy, this is crazy..." I heard more than one person say that as we put on our gear, amid snow flurries and high winds, beside a row of playboats on the banks of the New River Sunday morning. Later, while out on the water, I heard at least one person repeat that sentiment, only with an expletive or two thrown in. I long ago learned that I don't have a great deal of common sense when it comes to this sort of thing. It now looks like I am lucky enough to know at least nine other folks that are in that same boat.
Sammy, Bob, Joanne, Tommy, Randy, Bev, John S, Crystal, Bill H and I paddled the ledges at Foster Falls on a really cold, windy day that was much more suited for creeking than playing. Paddling without gloves or pogies, I found my hands to be my only issue on Sunday. They only warmed up while playing in the little ender pocket below the third metal cylinder and in the bottom hole on river left. I don't know if that was because of the amount of work it took to get into those holes or if it was from the fear of flipping that warmed me up. I didn't play a lot outside of those two spots, save for maybe a side surf here and there. In general, there wasn't as much playing going on as you would find on a Summer day, but there was a lot more going on than I would have expected in those conditions. And in the end, the majority of the group chose to keep working that final ledge, rather than paddle over to the take-out, so everyone must not have been too cold.
Great day, fun memory.