"It wasn’t until the tenth day of the expedition that it happened. The canoe was sideways; my paddle could only reach air. All I could see was the icy rapids of the water below. Ken, in the stern of my canoe, was screaming at me. Was this it?"
That's is a very dramatic quote. Great write up of a really cool trip.
Dustin had zero business being on that trip. His qualification for joining an exploratory trip down a very wild and challenging river was that he could take good pictures.
Ken Macdiarmid was my instructor at MKC. He, on the other hand, is an amazing paddle. Ken makes everything look effortless.
That was a good read. I appreciate that some novices are willing to take on these routes and that others are willing to shepherd them. It gives a glimpse into a reality that I can only sort of comprehend. My only *real* whitewater experience has been in rafts, and I am enamored with the idea of doing similar in a canoe.