West Branch, Westfield River, Beckett, MA 5/13/06
We had a great run down the West Branch and then had time to head over to Walker Brook, which was a story in itself.
Put-in with the first group paddling away while we are long-faced.
This is a blog journaling my many days floating down the rivers in my life. Especially cronicling the swims that seem to go hand in hand with the wonderful world of whitewater. So come along if you please, and see a glimpse of what it is that draws a few of us to play in the chilly waters of the rivers that run through our backyards.
"Bear" and DR. John
Bob's first time on fife brook? He was a little rusty but made it without joining DR. J and John's swim club. Yep, we had two swimmers on Fife Brook and it wasn't me. Bob throwing blades in every direction.
Miss Emily's roll sequence, looking good!
This is a real short run, only 1.5 miles but it starts out active and steps it up a notch for a short bit and then delivers you to the take-out without a thouth of flat water. It's pretty crazy putting in below the falls, the winds coming off the falls are incredible, it feels like your paddling through a hurricane. This gets your juices flowing a little before you even get to the moving water. Around the bend to the left and you have found nice active water with some hole dodging/punching and just good clean III boogie water. The river starts to pick up a little after a few more bends until you come to a mild horizon line. Bob had run this before and knew there was one spot we wanted to look at, so we exited river right and it all looked pretty good to go. We re entered the river and proceeded down a little farther until we reached the spot from the last trip. Now Bob says there is alot more water today. There's a couple holes above the second drop and none of it looked inviting to be upside down so long story short we decided to save it for a warmer day. (we walked it) River right was is where we scouted from but we ferried across to the left and portaged on the left via the foot trail. After this some more ledges and one last one that yours truly did a little crawl stroke practice. Yep, once again my butt is wet, so I cranked out the camera and asked Bob if he wanted to run it again and take some photos. Another great run within 30 mins of the house, can't complain with that.
Bob on the last drop.
Now I feel like a real screw ball, i show up this time and it is pumping, so I'm not sure I want to hit it. "I'll see how the first run goes for everyone"...It was big and I was happy to take a hike and get some nice photos of Michaud's Falls. Mollie enjoyed the hike and my butt stayed dry so everyone was happy.
Paul's "fallin' down"
In the background you can see the wild man himself scoping out the right line, he said the right only comes in at higher water.
White-out!
If you look close you can see he has taken his glasses off for this drop. Granpa Michaud cleanin up the fresh lines, awesome.
Rob had his "incident" here and seems to always have some excitement at this spot. Just upstream from here, after the bridge above the campground is where I got into the left bank which was up in the trees. I got in the trees once and pushed myself out and then I was again in the trees except this time upside down. I pulled my skirt and stepped out holding onto my boat and paddle while Rob and Kory paddled through. As Rob was fighting to help me, I said "I'm good to go/I'm fine" and later he said he wasn't sure if I was being sarcastic or not. I guarantee you will know if I need your help, and also, I usually save the sarcasm for the take-out or at least an eddy.
After fighting the river to empty my boat and trying to get back in the river I was exhausted. I look over my shoulder and Carl is standing over me looking down from the road like God in the clouds. My first thought was... "how in the hell did some tourist find me along this river" The crazy things that run through our minds?
I threw a rope up to Carl and he helped pull me up to the road and I called it a run. I was upstream from Larkham's rock about 300 yards...go figure.
So the swim is the reason I have all of the rest of these photos.
James, Rob & Kory
James, right of center on the second to last drop right in Chester, MA.
Kory is boofing and Rob is lining it up.
Rob's sinkin' it, and Kory is in the back.
Check out the paparazi on both right and left banks.