The French River
Despite the confident approach of the paddlers and a mountain of courage (or madness), Dan and Steve went rocketing into the funnel at the head of the rapids and within about ten metres (not bad considering the speed of the water) were promptly dumped into the surging white water and expelled into the torrent at the foot of the channel.
I’m not quite sure why I couldn’t stop laughing uncontrollably for the next couple of days over the incident. Perhaps it was the belief held by the two adventurers that they would remain upright and dry through the gorge or maybe that they willingly submitted themselves to such a sound thrashing for no other reason than the opportunity had presented itself.
At any rate, should we have had a video camera (damn), the footage would have been worthy of an episode of MTV’s Jackass without question. A tip of my Tilley Hat to Dan and Steve. Awesome. Free Flow Channel: Check.
After we had gathered up the various gear involved in the incident downstream (and the rabid adventurers themselves), we put in and paddled a short distance to a rocky campsite on the north shore of the river. After setting up our tents, we attempted to filter some drinking water and cook a well-deserved meal but had to head directly to the safety of the tents after the worst mosquito swarming of our lives.
September 30th, 2006 at 10:06
I hope I can visit this river one day!
November 20th, 2006 at 21:16
Reading about it I felt like I was with you (even started itching when you got swarmed). Great description of what sounds like an amazing Ontario destination. Thanks!
November 20th, 2006 at 21:28
if I go there in Scott’s canoe and with his optimism and sense of transience… I will go. For the meantime, I can surf here without insects.