Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
We parked our car on Rt 19 in a sea of cars about a 1/2 mile away from this point. Vehicles were parked end to end on both sides of the road and filling in the grass island in the middle.. As you can see by the amount of poople here--why this is so. We could of parked much closer had we arrived earlier. This scenario plays out on the opposide side of the bridge also.
From the Bridge you can really get a beautiful glimpse of the fall colors (click the pic fora larger view) in the New River Gorge.
I poked my head under the guard rail for this pic--to get a better view of the BASE jumpers "diving board" so to speak
Some of these guys waited til the very last second to pull open their Chutes, leaving the spectators to let out a loud gasps, there had been 3 deaths total in the history of bridge day. There was one last year when a chute failed to properly open
You can see a bit of the arch from this shot
One last pic on the Bridge--we got hungry and walked to Fayetteville and ate lunch at Dirty Ernies Ribpit. What better way to walk off your lunch?
Here are some awesome pix taken of us by Jo-Anne !
Thanks Jo-Anne!! You Rock!
The Adams clan merrily row, row, rowing the boat
I think this is the pool above Class IV Bud's Boner
Click on this pic for a close up---This is the top section of Class V+ Insignificant--we are the grey raft "STUCK" on the rock way upstream. The blue raft is about to get hammered in that nasty pourover.
Cori's going for the cool hit on the rock. Pillow Rock Class V+
What kind of mom takes thier kids down World Class whitewater anyway??
Hey! My kids LOVE THIS STUFF!
Great shot of Captain Ark
Monday, October 13, 2008
Bridge Day is the largest extreme sports event and the largest gathering of BASE jumpers in the world, held on the third Saturday in October every year in Fayetteville, West Virginia, USA.
450 BASE jumpers, hundreds of rappellers, and up to 200,000 spectators are expected to attend this year's Bridge Day on Saturday, October 18, 2008.
The New River Gorge Bridge, 876' tall and the world's second longest single arch bridge, is the launch point for at least six hours (9am-3pm EDT) of legal, safe BASE jumps.
Spectators are permitted to walk the length of the bridge and watch jumpers leap from the bridge railing, enjoy the fall foliage, or patronize hundreds of vendors who sell everything from handmade crafts to funnel cakes.
The New River Gorge Bridge is normally closed to foot traffic and stopping your vehicle on the bridge is prohibited.
After five daring parachutists were permitted to jump at the first Bridge Day back in 1980, it soon became apparent that watching the jumpers would become the major attraction. In the early 1980's, the crowds increased and hundreds of BASE jumpers flocked to the area to enjoy six short hours of legal BASE jumps.
Although 876 feet is extremely high it is a quick 8 seconds from the bridge to the water of the New River! Most will fall from the bridge for 3-4 seconds before deploying their parachute. Then they’ll spend the next 20-30 seconds floating down to the designated landing zone located at the water’s edge.
BASE Jumping is an acronym for the four types of fixed objects that are utilized for these foot-launched skydives: (B)uilding, (A)ntenna, (S)pan, and (E)arth. BASE jumpers first skydive hundreds of times from aircraft before attempting to BASE jump, which is undoubtedly the world's most extreme sport.
With nearly 1000 jumps made at Bridge Day each year since 1980, there have only been three fatalities.
In addition to the festival itself, there are many beautiful places to see and plenty of exciting things to do in the Fayetteville, WV area, including: mountain biking, fishing, hiking, camping, rock climbing, whitewater rafting, and canoeing, to name just a few!
For all this info and more go to this great website: http://www.bridgeday.info/
Sunday, October 12, 2008
List of things to do around the house:
1-unclutter the garage by getting the raft, frame and oars out on the lawn
3 add frame and oars
4-turn on hose at full blast
and VIOLA!! --realize that lawn rafting isn't as fun as the real thing sooooooooo .....
looks like we will be headin' south next weekend for Bridge Day and the last Upper Gauley trip of the season---WHOOHOO!! the crowd goes wild!!
TAKE ME TO THE GAULEY RIVER NOW!!!!!!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Please hit pause on my music jukebox in order to watch the trailer
Information about the movie from IMAX in Atlantic City webpage:
Set against the immense backdrop of the majestic Grand Canyon, Grand Canyon Adventure will take IMAX Theatre audiences on an exhilarating river-rafting adventure down the Colorado River in the company of a team of explorers who are committed to bringing awareness to global water issues. One of the world’s mightiest rivers, the Colorado no longer reaches the sea. Every drop of river water is allocated to agriculture and populations along the way, many of whom don’t even realize their connection to the river. No water remains for the river’s end -- the Colorado Delta -- once a thriving estuary that supported the most diverse biosphere in North America. How do we balance our needs with nature’s? How do we provide enough freshwater for everyone who needs it, not only along the Colorado River, but everywhere on our planet? As the expedition journeys down river, audiences will learn about the challenges we face and the many opportunities that exist for conserving and restoring our watersheds. There is much to be done if future generations are going to look back at this moment, not as a time of crisis, but as the turning point, when we became true stewards of the water planet we all share. We can all play a part. Combining science and adventure with some of giant screen cinema’s most compelling imagery and locations, Grand Canyon Adventure delivers a message of hope and inspiration for all people of the world. Narrated by Robert Redford and featuring songs and music by Dave Matthews Band.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
~Stephen Vincent Benét
Time's flying by, moving so fast
You bettter make it count, 'cause you cant get it back.
~~Carrie Underwood from the song So Small
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
Most of us spend our lives as if we had another one in the bank.
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.
~F. Alfred D'Souza
As you grow older, you'll find the only things you regret are the things you didn't do.
Waste your money and you're only out of money, but waste your time and you've lost a part of your life.
And finally one of my favorites:
Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived.
~~ Patrick Stewart, from the film "Star Trek: Generations"
Friday, October 3, 2008
I have a great quote from ‘Story’ by Robert McKee for you today:
“Life teaches that the measure of the value of any human desire is in direct proportion to the risk involved in its pursuit. The higher the value, the higher the risk. We give the ultimate values to those things that demand the ultimate risks - our freedom, our lives, our souls. This imperative of risk, however, is far more than an aesthetic principle, it’s rooted in the deepest source of our art. For we not only create stories as metaphors for life, we create them as metaphors for meaningful life - and to live meaningfully is to be at perpetual risk.”
Who would of thought I would have watched Survivorman, bought a pair of crampons on ebay then go to Alaska and jump ontop of this glacier. And as a bonus we found the ice cave below. Risky? Yes Adventurous? Yes Is it worth taking chances despite the inherent risk? Absolutely!And we'd do it again in a heartbeat!
That last sentence really jumps out at me. ‘To live meaningfully is to be at perpetual risk’. When you stop to think about it though, that is the essence of adventure. And the truth is we all crave adventure. Somewhere deep within us, we want our lives to be part of something larger than ourselves, something with meaning.
The reality however is that we typically end up settling for cheap imitations. Instead of living a life of adventure we cover up the desire with watching just enough movies or playing adventure games on the PlayStation. But the truth is, there’s nothing like being in an adventure yourself.
If living a life of perpetual risk is what it takes to have a meaningful, adventurous life, are we prepared to go there? It’s so easy to end up choosing the easiest, safest, most comfortable option. I hope to use my life both to live on an adventure and inspire as many people as possible to do the same.
What do you think?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Article on the Whitewater Side of Life--For Many, Including Me, Its not Just a Hobby, but a Passionate Lifestyle
The sport of rafting allows you to experience remote wilderness environments, high adventure, and a rare level of self-sufficiency. If you're lucky enough to live near a white water river, it's a great way to spend a day in the outdoors. If you take an overnight river rafting trip you can camp out in comfort, in a deluxe spare-no-frills style, because rafts can carry so much gear, fresh food, and your favorite beverages. By carefully selecting the river and flow level or season of the year, you can bite off as much or as little physical challenge and adrenalin-pumping thrill as you can handle. Whitewater rafting is high adventure with a bit of an adjustment knob!
White water rafting is very much a thinking sport. If you’re rowing or paddling a big rapid, it's like a chess match against a force of nature. If you let down your concentration you get your butt kicked, sometimes figuratively, sometime literally. Your angle to the current and position relative to obstacles and your optimal 'line' through the rapids are critical. Each maneuver sets up the next. And when the current slows, you can just sit back and enjoy some of the best scenery on the planet as it drifts quietly by. If taking the oars and the responsibility isn’t your thing, you can sit back and let expert river guides handle the boat and take you to places you simply will never see any other way.
River rafting is also a social sport. Where else can you live and travel with a group of friends and/or family for days or even weeks at a time and together tackle the challenges thrown at you by the natural environment and the adventure of wilderness isolation? And each afternoon, when you beach the rafts at your campsite, you've arrived at your own little Margaritaville!
Off the water, white water rafting becomes an eating and drinking sport (at least to the degree that this is a good thing!). The best wines I drink all year are consumed from my polycarbonate wine glass while sitting in a beach chair beside a river, in the middle of nowhere. I get to gaze at outstanding scenery and share the company of good friends. And then we cook up a feast, do a little fishing, or play games, and then relax around the campfire. When we wake up tomorrow, we’ll do it all again. We spend the day running rapids, seeing the sights, and exploring the secrets of the river corridor. The sport of white water rafting has it all!
The amazing mix of excitement, comfortable camping, and natural beauty that is white water rafting is very addicting. If you've read this far, you've probably already fallen under its spell.
An amazing aspect of multi-day white water rafting trips is the irony of the daily routine. On one hand you know precisely what you will be doing today and tomorrow, and the next day, which is, having fun, travelling downstream.
You'll break camp each day, load the gear onto the boats, pull away from camp, out into the current, and enjoy those first few miles in the morning which are always a special time to be on the water. You'll stop to scout rapids, and stop for lunch, goof around, and explore the historical and natural features of the river corridor. And then in the afternoon you'll make camp, maybe hike or fish a bit, play games, eat dinner, and sit around the evening campfire until the embers die away.
But each day will be brand new in every other way, with its own unique sights and adventures. Maybe that's what makes casting off in the mornings so fun. Each morning, you know you won't see that camp again; everything today will be brand new. Not only is the sound of the flowing water invigorating, but the whole day is set out before your, for you to encounter and enjoy. You live the life of a nomad, a wanderer. The river takes you away, and reveals to you the rare experiences that are together, a river rafting trip. You'll learn what's around each bend as you move downstream. You'll see it all, and experience the magic that is moving water, the excitement and adventure of the rapids, the solitude and silence of the calm pools.
After a day or two of this wonderful ironic routine, you’ll undoubtedly slip into a mental state that we river runners call 'river time'. Your mind downshifts to a more primitive mode. The cares and stress of your life back in the 'real world' slip away. Here, on the river, there is no rush, except the rush of moving water. For you, nothing must happen urgently. You take it as it comes. You savor it. You relax.
Pick a rock or a nice place on the beach. Settle in. Take a nap, read a book. Chat with your friends. Indulge your hobbies of cooking or photography or knitting, fishing, hiking, or whatever it is. Read your maps; find the old homestead or mining claim up that gulch behind camp. Look for traces of Indian camps, pit houses, and ancient art work. Soak in a crystal clear hot spring with a glass of wine, and the wilderness scenery all around you. Imagine life in the corridor thousands of years ago. Most of the river corridors in the western US have been inhabited for 5-10,000 years and more. These are places human beings like to be.
Chances are it looked to those folks as you see it today - except the wine glass, and the tent, and the camp kitchen, and the folding chairs, and all the other conveniences of a modern river rafting trip.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
We got to campsite 310 a little after 2pm and started setting up camp. There was only one tree so I didnt get to put up my hammock : (
After setting up camp we decided to hike the Long Point Trail that takes you to a great cliffs overlooking Summersville Lake. This was a relatively easy hike, mostly thru the woods, with lots of deer. The hike is about 1.75 miles each way.
How can you beat such a cool view
Falling off the edge was NOT an option
Climbing around the crevasses near the cliffs were fun
Jayson didnt seem to mind that the "cracks" sometimes dropped 30+ft below.
Since the road leading back to camp was all on campground property, some of us took the high adventure ride on the cooler hitch.
Roxie's Whitewater Taxi
Next morning we drove down to Swiss and left the X-terra at our Lower Gauley take-out.
We drove to the Wood's Ferry put in, which had plenty of parking since we got there early. We launched at about 10:30ish. The water was still rising, but still fairly low. Todays release from Summersville dam was only 2500cfs--which is about 300cfs short of full release --We were probably riding at about 1800cfs--we were hoping to get to Koontz Flume a bit early to get some extra surfing in---but it was still a little to low to get a good surf outta 5 boat hole
bottom of the Wood's Ferry boat ramp
Al was celebrating his success at guiding Backender Rapid
RJ and Jayson
Mark, Al and myself took turns in each of the rapids. Most rapids were fun but uneventful--however--(theres always a however on our trips!) Al fell out at the bottom of Lower Mash. Mark was now guiding B.F.R rapid--he hit the funky L shaped hole and we got smacked around a bit. The raft kicked up sideways and emptied the contents of the raft except Jayson. He laughed at our swim to his later remorse. Our other eventful run was at Class V Pure Screaming Hell. Everything went schwimmingly until Hell Hole. Seems at this lower flow Hell Hole got more of an attitude. We hit it straight, and I immediately got launched and slammed forward on our cooler--Al and RJ were busy digging to get out of the hole but to no avail---i tried to return to my guide posititon --but the back of the raft got sucked back into the hole, the front of the raft shot skyward, and out tumbled everyone but Mark and Cori. The Lower Gauley is SUPPOSED to be easier than the Upper and here we are at a swim count of 10 !! Cant wait--to see how things pan out tomorrow.
We got to the take out, left Al's Mountaineer at Wood's so we wouldnt need to run shuttle tomorrow. Went back and got cleaned up at camp and went out to La Carreta's for dinner in Summersville.
Day 2 The Upper Gauley
Day 2 blowing up the raft at the Upper Gauley put in
Looking back upstream at Summersville Dam
Saturday morning and had to fix an issue with one of the valves on the raft. God knows how badly it would suck to loose air in half the raft while on the Upper Gauley. But Al, and Mark jimmy rigged that sucker like the true redneck rafters they are!! Duct tape rules!!We hooked up with some of our friends, (-aka--saftey in numbers!) We were boating with Clif and Biz, riding in Clifs red Avon, and Courtney and Cornbread in Cornbreads new shredder. There were a couple more shredders, and a green raft also in the group. Cornbread's friend Ellie was down from NC and never seen the Upper G before today, so we invited her to join our boat. Ellie quit her job back in NC in order to do the Gauley---now there's a chick who understands priorities!! Thankfully she had an awesome first time down (as opposed to her having big traumatizing swims on her maiden voyage)Thankfully too was us getting thru my "nemesis' rapid--Insignificant--despite the fact we dropped into the big pourover sideways!! But no swims (Thanks Earl for sparing us!)
Cori (L) Ellie (center) and Mark (L) below Insignificant
Courtney (L) and Cornbread (R) in her new shredder
Whitewater groupies below Insignificant
Great line in Pillow Rock, awesome hit in the Hawaii 5-0 in Lost Paddle (Got some big air on that one!)
Clif (L) and Biz (R) hovering in an eddy below 4th drop of Lost Paddle (V+)
We smoothed thru Iron Ring. I was nervous about Sweet's Falls, since the previous 2 seasons I dumped at the hole in the bottom, and was further bugged by the fact my friend Dee told me that her last run a few day back involved slamming into Dildo Rock. But alas, we nailed the line in the crease of the falls perfectly. We did however wind up almost flipping in the box. We got stuck in the Room of Doom-when we tried to paddle out we got pinned on the rock guarding the exit and dropped Cori, she got sucked into the R.O. D but luckily we plucked her out. We lowsided and squeezed out the "poop chute" and that was that. Of course the river paparazzi were all over the rocks at the Box and were droolin for bigger carnage. One of em kept obnoxiously blowin their whistle---I would have loved to force feed him his whistle.
Looking back upstream below Sweet's Falls--Postage Due Rock has all the people standing on it --the far right corner is the exit to the Box where you see the current flowing behind Postage Due
Another upstream view--notice the crowds surrounding the Falls---these people are serious about their carnage!!
and are usually never disappointed!!
After making Sweet's--we also become bloodthirsty carnage-mongers!
Cornbread and Courtney hanging out with the Creature Craft
Summary of 2 river days:
Gauley river has claimed 11 swimmers.
Time to get dry, go to GauleyFest and drink lots of beer.
2nd best thing after whitewater--sitting around a campfire drinking beer.
and the Gauley River Swim Team would agree!
Day 3 Upper Gauley Part Two
Today Ellie felt confident enuf to try the shredder on the Upper G with Cornbread. Since I guided the entire Upper G yesterday---Mark was takin' over the guide position today. The raft and shredder were the only inflatables in our group today---the rest were CB's kayaking buddies and boyfriend. RJ and Jayson got 'tongued' by French Kiss Rapid after falling out after dropping over a small pourover---thats what happens when everyones busy talking in the middle of a rapid. Next Al fell out in Pillow Rock after getting pummeled in Train Wreck Hole. HA!! The carnage is STILL risin! But Al grabbed the strap and got dragged thru Pillow Rock like a champ.
Our next order of business is to create a diversion for Cornbread. Her boyfriend Mike, who was kayaking was planning to ask CB to marry him at Iron Ring---he was planning to hold up a big sign. Cornbread had other ideas at Iron Ring---her "nemesis" rapid that she has swam at least 8 or 9 times. She announced she didnt want to pull over to stop cuz it made her feel like throwing up--she just wanted to run it and get it over with. Just then our raft "mysteriously" was deflating and needed to pull over to pump it up. Of course we were full of hot air--but it was enuf to trick her into pulling over. We were all happy she said yes and promptly ate her engagement ring. (She was given a RingPop substitute until they could get off river) Of course eating the ring has now made her want to puke.
Getting engaged at Iron Ring
We had another sucessful run at Sweets and ate lunch at AW's old lunchspot on the cliffs on river right---the 2nd best place to watch carnage. After we had our fill of food and carnage--we paddled over to Postage Due--I took pix of Al, Cori and Jayson jumping off and swimming The Box.
Sweet's Falls from the lunchspot
Mark in the eddy behind Postage Due Rock
Creature craft entering The Box Canyon
Getting pinned. The "exit" is to the right. The "poop chute" is left of the pinning rock and the Room of Doom is farthest left
Al, Cori and Jayson getting ready to swim The Box
Al goes first
Al successfully exits the Box-RJ and Mark hangin onto the raft
Jayson's underwater adventure thru the Box
Cori himmin and hawin' before finally jumpin in
Hey Jerry! No black eyes thru the Box!
These swims dont count because they're voluntary!
Final summary of the Gauley
Gauley vs Adams
Gauley wins at 14 swims!
1st place: Al Sullivan at 4 swims! Mash, BFR, PS Hell, Pillow Rock
2nd place: RJ at 3 swims! BFR, PS Hell, French Kiss
3rdplace: 3 way tie with 2 swims! Rox, Jayson, and Cori
Last place: Mark with only 1 swim at BFR
Flips: BIG FAT 0
Day 4: Pillow Rock
We got up at 8am, and slowly packed up camp. Courtney who camped with us left early to meet our friend Glenn for breakfast, they were planning on shredding together and planned to meet us at Pillow Rock for the Annual Gauley Race
We drove to Carnifax Ferry State Park and hiked the super steep 1/2 mile Fishermans Trail to Pillow Rock. A great place to hang out and watch all the boat run in varying degrees of success (or lack of)
Al and RJ picked out good front row seats
Watching G man and Courtney shredding a perfect run
Splitting the Toliet Bowl and Volkswagon perfectly
G and Courtney eddied out below Pillow and walked up the trail and hung out with us on the sidelines to watch the boats and Racers comin thru.
A Songer raft getting a good Pillow ride
Green raft gambling in the Room of Doom
I have a special admiration for those brave enuf to run the Upper G in an inflatable kayak
Hiking back up the trail was a real treat, in fact 3 days later and my thighs are still talkin to me. The ride home always sucks---we miss the Gauley already. RJ brought home a souvenier in the form of a speeding ticket thanks to the wonderful Gestopo of the not so friendly Friendsville MD and their lovely downhill speedtrap.
With any luck, Mark and I might try to sneak in one more Gauley day over Bridge Day weekend in October--if not--guess we'll have to keep busy til next gauley season