Photos courtesy of Postal, a fellow First Descents camper and now life-long friend of mine.
|View of the Great Smoky Mountains from the Watershed Cabins|
|Day 1 - I'm just beginning to channel the Shark Bait in me.|
|The Commons at the Watershed Cabins, |
which contained a firepit where we met each night
to discuss the day and to translate our river experience
into observations about our "normal" lives
|Lake Fontana, where we practiced the wet exit and learned basic skills|
|Mack and I (Shark Bait). |
At this point, both of us loved being upside down,
in the water, in our kayaks.
|Shark Bait, Postal, and Hatschi, with the funny awards |
we received at the campfire after our first kayaking day
|Blue Bell, Mack, Flip-Flop, Shark Bait, and Hatschi|
The Little Tennessee River, Class I Rapids
(Basically, fairly flat, slow water. Perfect for beginners)
|Greystoke, our instructor whose nickname|
originated from the British Tarzan movie.
|Tuckasegee River, which contained some Class II rapids|
I'm in the orange kayak and blue helmet.
|Whitewater rafting in the Natahala River - a preview of |
our most challenging course, which we would tackle on the last day.
|Brave Chicken, Flip-Flop, Brown Claw (our guide), Mack, and I|
|Zil (an FD volunteer), Shark Bait, Hatschi, |
and Pleeza (a camp counselor).
The group laughed at my marshmallow roasting stick,
until they saw just how practical it was.
|Camp fire and marshmallows for s'mores. What a Night.|
|The wildflowers that Percy picked for Hatschi|
|The living room of Cabin 5 (a.k.a. Fort Knox because we always|
kept it locked down). Ativan, Brave Chicken, Junior High,
Postal, and Flip-Flop were my cabin-mates.
|The swing seat at The Commons at the Watershed Cabins|
|Watching the Belmont Stakes on YouTube after the fact.|
The connection was poor, so the action would pause every
10 seconds, creating intense suspense.
Pleeza and Bluebell both picked Union Rags.
|Pleeza giving us last instructions before Nataha Falls - |
a Class III rapid
|A portion of the rapids before Natahala Falls.|
How did my run at it go?
That's a story for another day.