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Published on Jun 13, 2018
Kayaking Boulder Creek...there is a reason why it's called Boulder Creek, and it's all beneath the water surface. Bryce and I did our first run of the Boulder Creek Whitewater course (Eben G. Fine Park) and some of the town run with Dale Eva as our fearless guide. The whitewater park run went great, and lots of fun. Bryce finally showed a little nervousness, suggesting he's human after all.
Once we got out of the park, the town run was a little bony. There were a few small wave trains, and some boulder garden sections, and a few small drops. On one of there drops, my stern caught an eddy line and flipped me. I got into my tuck, and was in the process of rolling up until the creek bed came up real fast and smashing into smooth boulders, helmet slamming, knuckle smashing, elbow bashing, and shoulder dragging as the current pushed me around. I lost my grip to the paddle as I smashed my knuckle into a boulder...then, wet exited. My leg got stuck in the boat and I was being dragged down stream until I got free. Once freed, the current swept me down stream until I planted my feet onto a nice round boulder, and not the city. My level 4 swift water rescue certification saved me from further humiliation, and the necessity of tubers rescuing me. Once freed, Bryce was chasing down my paddle, while Dale ran down my runaway boat before it crashed into the city of Boulder, creating an unintentional incident and making CNN Headline News, the Daily Camera, and The Onion. Thankfully, no cats and homeless trustafarians were injured.
Once out of the creek, I walked through some poison ivy and onto the bike path, where I was greeted by concerned citizens of the Republic of Boulder...both with a slight aroma of pot. I informed them I was ok, and everything was under control. I walked further downstream and saw Dale roping up my boat on the opposite side of the creek. Dale's first attempt to toss the rope bag fell short. Dale then decided to use his recently refreshed swift water rescue river portaging technique to get to an island and make a shorter toss. After untangling my rope, his second toss was spot on after taking a slip on a slippery rock. I then pulled my boat across, Dale followed. We then went to go collect Bryce and head back up to teh Jeep. I then checked my pfd pocket for my second GoPro, used during the whitewater park portion of the days run. To my horror, it was gone...the pouch was unzipped and fell out when I attempted to roll.
All in all, it was a great day to be alive and paddle with family and friends. Boulder Creek in Boulder, Colorado on June 12, 2018.