Its strange heading to North Wales to go paddle the River Dee in July with the prospect of warm weather. Thanks to the BCU for planning the end of the Level 3 Coaching scheme in July, which meant those of us who leave things to the last minute were guaranteed of a warm weather experience! Result!
Heading cross-country from Norfolk to NW, Mike, Andy and I reflect on the past year and the amazing training programme we’ve undertaken with Leo Hoare at Getafix.com.
Starting with WWSR and river leadership training (see previous Blog) and then tackling the Dee and the Tryweryn for Four Star Training our open boat skills had certainly been transformed. Our personal skills were much slicker, and Leo had us “feeling” the water better by exercises like reverse ferry gliding blindfolded!
But we decided that we couldn’t let the opportunity of becoming level 3 coaches (old scheme) pass us by, mainly for the good reason that our home county is very short of L3 open boaters and progression to three star is difficult for club paddlers without local trainers/assessors.
So back to see Leo and what could we expect this time?
Its not often you get exactly what you want and less often that what you get is what you need. Leo pitched it just right, here’s how…..
First things first – coffee and a briefing about the plan for the weekend. “Well”. says Leo, “ I reckon we done all that we need to do for river leadership and so how about we focus on Traditional skills and coaching?
“Bring it on” So we get geared for paddling solo and we’re on the Dee getting warmed up and getting the “feel” of the water. Poling first and Leo takes us through the teaching points – using half poles to start then working to a full pole; bent knees, differing feet position, pole angle, short, sharp pushing action. No problem, but then Leo notices (he always notices) that we’re edging towards the faster water and we want to be tested.
Leo shows us how. Clearly poling up-stream through shallow fast-moving water isn’t easy. Leo’s puffing but making progress up the 40m stretch of water, taking care to use the natural eddies in the water to ease passage.
Then it’s our turn and quickly our technique and fitness is tested. Its hard and without precise pole position, quick stab actions and holding strokes on the off-side we don’t make progress. We work these techniques all morning and its hard. Of all the techniques we’ve learned in open boating this has to be the hardest – one slip, one small missed placement on the river bed and you lose a lot of ground.
With aching thighs and a whole new appreciation of the art of poling we move onto tracking and setting up the 25-30m lines needed to guide a boat upstream through moving water from the bank. “Its like flying a kite” Leo informs us as he sets up the “bridle” then the boat’s away and Leo is pulling it through the fast, deep water up-stream.”
Then its our turn to work through the teaching points and set the boats up. It really is like flying a kite and the moment when the boat pulls through a small drop it looks like an engine is powering it upstream.
Techniques mastered, we drop downstream to the bottom fall at The Mill and our skills are tested in harder conditions. Then we’re onto lining boats downstream and mastering lining multiple boats down a rapid as a team.
After a session on sailing rigs we reflect on a great day of new skills and teaching points learned. Tomorrow? Well, that’s for coaching tandem…..
Day 2
Day 2 shaped up to be a full-on day and we arrived slightly nervous about what was expected. With no messing about Leo demonstrated a sequence of break-in/outs and high crosses which we then repeated. This session was all about quality coaching. Three runs each of about two minutes duration with individual feedback after each run.
First run we were like kids – too excited, not focussed, too much paddle waggling. Leo gave us feedback between the eyes – “adjust your trim, approach with a different angle, don’t go too fast at this point”
“OK Boss” – he laid it out clear and we went for Run 2 with a plan that changed our tactics at each section of the rapid.
Feedback time and this time we were met with questions. “how did that go? Talk me through it “ Now we were remembering what went well and what didn’t. Analysing our own performance and by asking leading and open/closed questions we were being forced to scrutinise our performance and come up with ways to improve it.
Run 3 – and there are dramatic improvements to our performance, we are making the difficult break-outs and nailing the high-crosses.
Feeling please with our improvement we return for our briefings ….
How did that feel ? This time the questioning focussed on what went well and forced us to reflect on how things “felt” when they worked.
We had each spent 6 minutes paddling and a few minutes more being coached and given feedback. The performance improvement was staggering
The learning points:-
Quality not quantity
Individual feedback important
Shift from directive to questioning and reflective coaching
Then it was our turn …..to coach tandem crews on the same stretch – wow!
In short …..
A fantastic two days covering both traditional skills and high performance coaching techniques. Leo understood what we needed and tailored the course to suit. His style and experience enables him to set people up for success and he’s only too willing to share his considerable knowledge.
Ian Hayward
Whitlingham OEC
Norfolk
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
18th/19th July Charity walk, yes walk !!
I recently organised a charity fundraising event that involved a group of eight of my best mates and me walking up mountains for two days in Snowdonia. We were all pretty inexperienced when it came to mountain walking so we enrolled the help of Leo Hoare to help us plan a suitable challenge and accompany us on the event. Leo is a bit of an outdoor pursuits guru who worked in Plas-y-brenin for 7 years, and whilst his main talents revolve around canoes and kayaks, he is also a qualified mountain leader and is equally as happy on the high ground as the lakes!
We first met up with Leo in a bar in the Ruthin Castle and after discussing the general fitness of the group we opened Ordnance Survey Map 17 (Leisure) and Leo mapped out a couple of routes to keep us busy for the two days; we would tackle Snowdon on the first day and the Carneddau range on the second. The challenge was therefore set and everyone had a couple of months to get into shape and get the sponsor money rolling in!
On the morning of 18th July 2008, we met up in the car park at Pen-y-pass. The weather was wet, in fact it was very wet. Leo gave us a briefing with the aid of the map on what the day would entail and went through a check making sure we had the essentials packed – food, water, waterproof jackets etc. … and at approximately 9.00am we set off on the Pyg Track.
From a navigational point of view, Snowdon is fairly straight forward from Pen-y-pass, with the Pyg Track and Miners Track being defined routes leading you directly to the summit. Crib Goch is a notoriously dangerous route that branches off from the Pyg Track and whilst the sign directing you there looks appealing, the stark reality is that not many calendars pass by without someone dying on the Crib Goch ridge. Never a consideration for our inexperienced group then, and after since looking at a few clips on You Tube, not a route I personally ever fancy taking!
The trek up the Pyg Track was fairly uneventful. The weather got wetter, we got wetter, and we learnt that gore-tex jackets actually have a life span – which for a few of us appeared to have expired! The mist was fairly low so the views of the Snowdon horseshoe were limited.
At the summit, the weather stepped up a couple of gears: the rain got heavier (if that was possible) and a strong wind also came into play. By this point quite a few in the group were soaked to the bone and getting cold. This is where Leo’s ‘tardis-like’ rucksack came into play. First out came what we christened ‘pac-man’. I am not going to try to describe what this is so you will have to refer to the photos. This piece of equipment was amazing and within a few minutes we were all fully sheltered from the elements. Andy Fleming opened up a corner shop and within minutes we were supping steaming-hot-Bovril and tea. Leo sorted a few of us needy ones out with an extra top and waterproof pants; the weather was so bad that we were all quite keen to get back and get the blood flowing again! The site of Gareth who kept bragging how he was brought up ‘in these parts’ soaked to the bone in a pair of skimpy football shorts and Hi-tec trainers was secretly hysterical!
Again the descent was fairly uneventful - by the end of the following day we learnt that ‘uneventful’ is actually a good thing when up in the mountains! The mist appeared to clear up slightly, affording us some of the spectacular views of the ridges and waterfalls leading down to Glaslyn. For the record, the weather was still bl**dy wet!
It was probably about 3.30pm when we got back to Pen-y-pass…and yes you guessed it, the rain finally stopped!
“As long as you keep dry it’s pretty easy this mountain walking lark” we thought as we headed off to our digs for the night and a couple of well earned pints. How naïve we were; tomorrow’s events would teach us a lesson we would never forget…
We met up in a coffee house in Betws-y-coed at 8.00am and Leo explained the route we had planned. We were to start with a climb and a scramble up Pen-yr-ole-wen and then navigate across the Carneddau ridges to Dafydd, Llewelyn and then Yr Elen. To give you an idea of the heights, these peaks rise to above 3,400 feet whilst Snowdon is only a fraction higher, being around 3,500 feet, although you start from a much lower point than Pen-y-pass so it is actually a greater climb.
Leo had checked the Met office weather website for the day and reported that whilst there would still be plenty of rain about, it wouldn’t be as wet as the Friday, but the winds were forecast to be stronger at around 40mph and north westerly therefore it would be a much colder day than the Friday. The bottom line was that no one was coming today unless they were properly dressed. Leo, looking like he had just broken into the local Millets, starting dishing out spare bits of kit he had brought along. We would be very thankful for that later on.
So off we set in our convoy, through Capel Curig to the main road that splits the Glyders and Tryfan from the Carneddau range. We parked up on the long lay-by, got kitted-up and set off for Pen-yr-ole-wen. For the first part of the walk you follow a stream and pick up odd bits of path and after a fair slog you get to the same level as a lake, Ffynnon Lloer, at which point you look west to the steep ridge that you are about to scramble!
The next hour or two was brilliant. Plenty of climbing, plenty of steep rocks, the weather had turned wet again by this point, which made the rocks slippy and trickier to climb, but we all got a real buzz here. There were no parts that were overly dangerous, but technically it was a great challenge for people of our experience.
About half way up the ridge we found a plateau that was sheltered by protruding rocks so stopped to get stuck in to the pork pies and scotch eggs, kindly provided by Mrs. Parry! As everyone was sitting down I stood up to look at the views when this huge gust of wind came out of nowhere and literally blew me a couple of yards off my feet. Everyone felt the gust, and whilst nervously laughing at my wobble, it was an insight into what we were getting into and how dangerous things could get.
After some more scrambling, the rocks levelled out a bit and there was a steep grass incline to the peak. At this point the mist seemed to come in from nowhere and all of a sudden we were in a totally different situation. Leo called for the troops to stay close together and we steadily made our way up to the summit. The wind was now battering us making walking a real effort as we reached the cairn at the summit.
On a clear day navigation is fairly straight forward as you can use your eyes to guide you. On a day like today however we learnt quickly that you need to be able to accurately read a map with a compass and measure your way to the correct route because if you miss the path over the ridge you could literally end up standing on the edge of a cliff – not really what you want to be doing with strong winds about!
So Leo navigated us to the correct path along the ridge and we started making our way to Carnedd Dafydd. If it was possible, the weather seemed to be getting even worse and the combination of hard driving rain, very strong winds and thick mist was making walking very difficult and taking ages. We therefore made use of the next cairn at Carnedd Fach and welcomed the shelter as an opportunity to get some more food and hot drink. In the cairn there were two couples; one was a couple in their 50s who we had bumped into earlier and seemed to be fairly experienced, but had decided to turn back - they had all of the electronic equipment with them and measured the wind at 75mph! The others were a couple of city-slickers who were clearly out of their depth. The younger of the two fellas was visibly shaking and obviously scared. We gave him some of our hot drinks which seemed to help him and they were comforted when the other couple offered to accompany them back the way they had came.
Leo was already weighing up the options of our trip, however going back down Pen-yr-ole-wen was not a great one because it was a fairly tricky climb up which would make it a far harder climb down, especially with the wet, slippery rocks. The ridges in this area were still fairly wide so it was a safer option to carry on and for Leo to navigate us to Carnedd Dafydd.
Conditions kept getting tougher and it really was taking an age for us to get a short distance. This was obviously down to the weather severely restricting our movement, but also because Leo was having to pace everything out and keep taking reference points from the map. Visibility was down to 10 yards which has to be experienced to be believed.
Eventually we reached the cairn at Dafydd and had another committee meeting. Some of the lads were quite wet again by now and quite a few were feeling the cold. The conditions really were unbelievable and something none of us had ever experienced. Leo reckoned the weather was abnormally severe for that time of year and was certainly far worse than the Met office had forecast. What was quite obvious was that we were not going to be able to make it to Yr Elen. The ridges become a lot narrower as you approach Llewelyn and in parts are really narrow up to Yr Elen with very steep drops on both sides. There was no way that Leo was going to take us down that route in this weather – it just wasn’t safe; we already knew those 75mph winds were more than capable of blowing you clean off your feet. The other thing to consider was that we were moving very slowly in this weather and as members of the group were already feeling the conditions we couldn’t stay on these ridges for too much longer. Hyperthermia can kick-in in minutes and the last place you want to be when that happens is 3 hours from climbing down a mountain. Our faces felt like they’d done ten rounds with Mike Tyson such was the battering we’d had from the wind.
It was a shame that we were forced to alter our route and not do exactly what we had planned, but by the time we changed direction the reality was that on a clear day we were probably only 45 minutes away from Yr Elen over flat land that would have been a doddle to reach in clear weather. What we actually got put through was a far tougher challenge than it should have been, but as any mountain leader will tell you, safety always has to come first.
So we headed off, still on our original route towards Llewelyn, however after another long slog in Wales’ version of Siberia we changed direction about half way on the ridge. Leo had been carefully pacing the route and after a certain number of yards changed direction and headed us down the ridge at a point where the gradient was manageable. Again he paced the route so far and again we changed direction as the map highlighted a steep and dangerous drop on our previous route. It was about this point that we got beneath the clouds and I think it’s fair to say that a huge sigh of relief was had by all.
We stopped for another well earned butty break. I think I will be taking whisky with me next time though! As we continued the descent, Tryfan across the way came spectacularly in to view, and as with the law of the sod, didn’t have a cloud near it! Another thing I learnt on this trip was that each mountain range in Snowdonia actually has it’s own weather system.
A few of the old dogs in the group felt their knees almost breaking on the descent to low ground (stand up Si Bonnet!), but we all made it back safely and soon ended up back in the café in Betwys-y-coed, except this time sitting outside in scorching heat! Unbelievable!
We all had a magnificent experience and pretty much everyone has caught this mountain bug BIG TIME. We are already planning the next one. The help and guidance we had from Leo was immeasurable. We learnt so much in two days. The weather meant we were thrown right in the deep end and I am just thankful that we were lucky to have Leo along … or we would have no doubt been making a phone call to the big yellow budgie!
We first met up with Leo in a bar in the Ruthin Castle and after discussing the general fitness of the group we opened Ordnance Survey Map 17 (Leisure) and Leo mapped out a couple of routes to keep us busy for the two days; we would tackle Snowdon on the first day and the Carneddau range on the second. The challenge was therefore set and everyone had a couple of months to get into shape and get the sponsor money rolling in!
On the morning of 18th July 2008, we met up in the car park at Pen-y-pass. The weather was wet, in fact it was very wet. Leo gave us a briefing with the aid of the map on what the day would entail and went through a check making sure we had the essentials packed – food, water, waterproof jackets etc. … and at approximately 9.00am we set off on the Pyg Track.
From a navigational point of view, Snowdon is fairly straight forward from Pen-y-pass, with the Pyg Track and Miners Track being defined routes leading you directly to the summit. Crib Goch is a notoriously dangerous route that branches off from the Pyg Track and whilst the sign directing you there looks appealing, the stark reality is that not many calendars pass by without someone dying on the Crib Goch ridge. Never a consideration for our inexperienced group then, and after since looking at a few clips on You Tube, not a route I personally ever fancy taking!
The trek up the Pyg Track was fairly uneventful. The weather got wetter, we got wetter, and we learnt that gore-tex jackets actually have a life span – which for a few of us appeared to have expired! The mist was fairly low so the views of the Snowdon horseshoe were limited.
At the summit, the weather stepped up a couple of gears: the rain got heavier (if that was possible) and a strong wind also came into play. By this point quite a few in the group were soaked to the bone and getting cold. This is where Leo’s ‘tardis-like’ rucksack came into play. First out came what we christened ‘pac-man’. I am not going to try to describe what this is so you will have to refer to the photos. This piece of equipment was amazing and within a few minutes we were all fully sheltered from the elements. Andy Fleming opened up a corner shop and within minutes we were supping steaming-hot-Bovril and tea. Leo sorted a few of us needy ones out with an extra top and waterproof pants; the weather was so bad that we were all quite keen to get back and get the blood flowing again! The site of Gareth who kept bragging how he was brought up ‘in these parts’ soaked to the bone in a pair of skimpy football shorts and Hi-tec trainers was secretly hysterical!
Again the descent was fairly uneventful - by the end of the following day we learnt that ‘uneventful’ is actually a good thing when up in the mountains! The mist appeared to clear up slightly, affording us some of the spectacular views of the ridges and waterfalls leading down to Glaslyn. For the record, the weather was still bl**dy wet!
It was probably about 3.30pm when we got back to Pen-y-pass…and yes you guessed it, the rain finally stopped!
“As long as you keep dry it’s pretty easy this mountain walking lark” we thought as we headed off to our digs for the night and a couple of well earned pints. How naïve we were; tomorrow’s events would teach us a lesson we would never forget…
We met up in a coffee house in Betws-y-coed at 8.00am and Leo explained the route we had planned. We were to start with a climb and a scramble up Pen-yr-ole-wen and then navigate across the Carneddau ridges to Dafydd, Llewelyn and then Yr Elen. To give you an idea of the heights, these peaks rise to above 3,400 feet whilst Snowdon is only a fraction higher, being around 3,500 feet, although you start from a much lower point than Pen-y-pass so it is actually a greater climb.
Leo had checked the Met office weather website for the day and reported that whilst there would still be plenty of rain about, it wouldn’t be as wet as the Friday, but the winds were forecast to be stronger at around 40mph and north westerly therefore it would be a much colder day than the Friday. The bottom line was that no one was coming today unless they were properly dressed. Leo, looking like he had just broken into the local Millets, starting dishing out spare bits of kit he had brought along. We would be very thankful for that later on.
So off we set in our convoy, through Capel Curig to the main road that splits the Glyders and Tryfan from the Carneddau range. We parked up on the long lay-by, got kitted-up and set off for Pen-yr-ole-wen. For the first part of the walk you follow a stream and pick up odd bits of path and after a fair slog you get to the same level as a lake, Ffynnon Lloer, at which point you look west to the steep ridge that you are about to scramble!
The next hour or two was brilliant. Plenty of climbing, plenty of steep rocks, the weather had turned wet again by this point, which made the rocks slippy and trickier to climb, but we all got a real buzz here. There were no parts that were overly dangerous, but technically it was a great challenge for people of our experience.
About half way up the ridge we found a plateau that was sheltered by protruding rocks so stopped to get stuck in to the pork pies and scotch eggs, kindly provided by Mrs. Parry! As everyone was sitting down I stood up to look at the views when this huge gust of wind came out of nowhere and literally blew me a couple of yards off my feet. Everyone felt the gust, and whilst nervously laughing at my wobble, it was an insight into what we were getting into and how dangerous things could get.
After some more scrambling, the rocks levelled out a bit and there was a steep grass incline to the peak. At this point the mist seemed to come in from nowhere and all of a sudden we were in a totally different situation. Leo called for the troops to stay close together and we steadily made our way up to the summit. The wind was now battering us making walking a real effort as we reached the cairn at the summit.
On a clear day navigation is fairly straight forward as you can use your eyes to guide you. On a day like today however we learnt quickly that you need to be able to accurately read a map with a compass and measure your way to the correct route because if you miss the path over the ridge you could literally end up standing on the edge of a cliff – not really what you want to be doing with strong winds about!
So Leo navigated us to the correct path along the ridge and we started making our way to Carnedd Dafydd. If it was possible, the weather seemed to be getting even worse and the combination of hard driving rain, very strong winds and thick mist was making walking very difficult and taking ages. We therefore made use of the next cairn at Carnedd Fach and welcomed the shelter as an opportunity to get some more food and hot drink. In the cairn there were two couples; one was a couple in their 50s who we had bumped into earlier and seemed to be fairly experienced, but had decided to turn back - they had all of the electronic equipment with them and measured the wind at 75mph! The others were a couple of city-slickers who were clearly out of their depth. The younger of the two fellas was visibly shaking and obviously scared. We gave him some of our hot drinks which seemed to help him and they were comforted when the other couple offered to accompany them back the way they had came.
Leo was already weighing up the options of our trip, however going back down Pen-yr-ole-wen was not a great one because it was a fairly tricky climb up which would make it a far harder climb down, especially with the wet, slippery rocks. The ridges in this area were still fairly wide so it was a safer option to carry on and for Leo to navigate us to Carnedd Dafydd.
Conditions kept getting tougher and it really was taking an age for us to get a short distance. This was obviously down to the weather severely restricting our movement, but also because Leo was having to pace everything out and keep taking reference points from the map. Visibility was down to 10 yards which has to be experienced to be believed.
Eventually we reached the cairn at Dafydd and had another committee meeting. Some of the lads were quite wet again by now and quite a few were feeling the cold. The conditions really were unbelievable and something none of us had ever experienced. Leo reckoned the weather was abnormally severe for that time of year and was certainly far worse than the Met office had forecast. What was quite obvious was that we were not going to be able to make it to Yr Elen. The ridges become a lot narrower as you approach Llewelyn and in parts are really narrow up to Yr Elen with very steep drops on both sides. There was no way that Leo was going to take us down that route in this weather – it just wasn’t safe; we already knew those 75mph winds were more than capable of blowing you clean off your feet. The other thing to consider was that we were moving very slowly in this weather and as members of the group were already feeling the conditions we couldn’t stay on these ridges for too much longer. Hyperthermia can kick-in in minutes and the last place you want to be when that happens is 3 hours from climbing down a mountain. Our faces felt like they’d done ten rounds with Mike Tyson such was the battering we’d had from the wind.
It was a shame that we were forced to alter our route and not do exactly what we had planned, but by the time we changed direction the reality was that on a clear day we were probably only 45 minutes away from Yr Elen over flat land that would have been a doddle to reach in clear weather. What we actually got put through was a far tougher challenge than it should have been, but as any mountain leader will tell you, safety always has to come first.
So we headed off, still on our original route towards Llewelyn, however after another long slog in Wales’ version of Siberia we changed direction about half way on the ridge. Leo had been carefully pacing the route and after a certain number of yards changed direction and headed us down the ridge at a point where the gradient was manageable. Again he paced the route so far and again we changed direction as the map highlighted a steep and dangerous drop on our previous route. It was about this point that we got beneath the clouds and I think it’s fair to say that a huge sigh of relief was had by all.
We stopped for another well earned butty break. I think I will be taking whisky with me next time though! As we continued the descent, Tryfan across the way came spectacularly in to view, and as with the law of the sod, didn’t have a cloud near it! Another thing I learnt on this trip was that each mountain range in Snowdonia actually has it’s own weather system.
A few of the old dogs in the group felt their knees almost breaking on the descent to low ground (stand up Si Bonnet!), but we all made it back safely and soon ended up back in the café in Betwys-y-coed, except this time sitting outside in scorching heat! Unbelievable!
We all had a magnificent experience and pretty much everyone has caught this mountain bug BIG TIME. We are already planning the next one. The help and guidance we had from Leo was immeasurable. We learnt so much in two days. The weather meant we were thrown right in the deep end and I am just thankful that we were lucky to have Leo along … or we would have no doubt been making a phone call to the big yellow budgie!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
D4DR The Austrian Road Trip weeks 3+4
D4DR The Austrian Road Trip
We left for Austria on Thursday 3rd July with what we thought we would need for camping. I bought a tent the day before coming to Slovenia as the two others I have were too big or heavy for the flight. I paid the grand sum of £10 in argos & they will be receiving a letter of complaint when I get home, the reason will be revealed later.
The drive from Slovenia was fairly relaxed, lots of beautiful scenery, we were making good progress until, not long after crossing the border into Austria, we were waved into a checkpoint by the short hairy arms of the law. He checked our passports & weighed the van, when he realised we were clean he waved us on with a cheery frown.
We arrived in Lienz, found the campsite & while the others erected their tents I read the instructions for my new purchase, 'This item is showerproof not waterproof!' What sort of lunatic would design a tent & sell it in a country renowned for rain without that little gem of info on the outside? Thinking about it, a very rich lunatic!
After deciding I would sleep in the van we drove to a put in on the River Isel. We put on & instantly felt the river had more power than the ones we had paddled before. The eddies were man made & quite boily, making for some interesting break ins & outs. The wave trains were bigger & the pourovers were grabbier with not many calm portions.
On Friday we had a look at a part of the River Drau, a dam release river with almost as much power as The Isel. We put on after lunch & practiced eddying in & out until we got to the slalom site. Big boulders had been put in strategic positions to create pourovers, stoppers & eddys. Deb P. & Rob were playing around with the various features, attaining (going up) the rapid & going through the hanging gates. I was happy to ferry glide from one side to the other & hope I didn't get washed away. Deborah had a go at attaining but was pushed back into the eddy I was in. She had another go, got caught by the main flow & hurtled towards a mid-stream boulder. She was pushed around it & into the boil behind which tipped the boat. After quite a few roll attempts in aireated water she swam & was carried off downstream with Deb P. & Rob in hot pursuit. I caught up with Deb P. & we eventually got the boat into an eddy after being bounced out of two.
Reunited, we carried on to the playhole a bit further down. Sat in the eddy river left, I grabbed a rock so I could watch the playboaters fooling around & managed to pull a muscle in my arm. Deb P. & Rob jogged for the van & Deborah had a swim in the nearby pool.
Deb P. & Rob had entered the rodeo which took place on the Saturday. The funniest moment for me was when the anouncer called out the womens heat starting with "World freestyle kayak legend DEB PINNIGARRRRRRRRR" everytime Deb paddled. Deb won the heat, semi-final & final. Rob put in quite a rousing performance for someone unfamiliar with freestyle in a borrowed boat, sidesurfing, flatspinning & even a backloop! The world number two was in his heat & I think Rob just didn't want to show him up.
On the Monday we went for another paddle on the Isel, dropping Deborah at the put in we went to before. Deb P. Rob & I went further up. Putting on & paddling into the first set of waves I realised I'd left the iron on, or hadn't fed the cat, or hadn't put the milkbottles out, any reason why I should be somewhere else. The waves were breaking over me, one second I could see Deb, the next was just a wall of greyish with white foam. I paddled hard & got used to the way the water was acting, eventually breaking into a smile, that was until THE stopper. The one that flipped me over & had a mate behind it that gave my roll a spanking. I swam & swam & swam some more, getting to the bank to watch Deb trying to push my boat to the side. I found myself on a gravel bar, out of sight of Deb & Rob. Thinking I could be in for a bit of a walk, I looked for a safe route to cross river right through what looked like a tributary stream. Rob appeared on the next gravel bar & said I'd have to swim down a bit to Deb & my boat. Wading out, the river was grabbing at my feet just three feet from the bank, I did a reverse swan dive with two twists for artistic impression into the current & was carried swiftly downstream to see Deb waiting with my boat. Knackered, I clambered in & we picked up Deborah just around the next corner. Without any major wobblies we got to the takeout & travelled on to a town called Loafer.
Nice campsite with all singing & dancing toilet block.
Went for a paddle on a nice easy grade I/II, practicing breaking in/out. Back to the campsite for a quick coffee then met Debs' friends Ingrid & Olli Grau, paddled a stunning grade I, great to see world class paddlers fooling around on the easy stuff like us mortals. I capsized while seeing how far I could edge my boat & Rob laughed.
The next day Deb took Rob & I for a paddle from the campsite down to a slalom course where I grew in confidence running the section three times. Rob & Deb went further downstream into a class V section. We stopped on the way back to Slovenia at a couple of lakes to do some rolling practice, then paddled a 20k section through a gorge where I had two swims in shorts in freezing water & ended up speaking an octave higher.
Back at Trnovo we dropped Deb P. at the train station & eagerly awaited the arrival of Gez to start the raft training.......
By Martin Mills
We left for Austria on Thursday 3rd July with what we thought we would need for camping. I bought a tent the day before coming to Slovenia as the two others I have were too big or heavy for the flight. I paid the grand sum of £10 in argos & they will be receiving a letter of complaint when I get home, the reason will be revealed later.
The drive from Slovenia was fairly relaxed, lots of beautiful scenery, we were making good progress until, not long after crossing the border into Austria, we were waved into a checkpoint by the short hairy arms of the law. He checked our passports & weighed the van, when he realised we were clean he waved us on with a cheery frown.
We arrived in Lienz, found the campsite & while the others erected their tents I read the instructions for my new purchase, 'This item is showerproof not waterproof!' What sort of lunatic would design a tent & sell it in a country renowned for rain without that little gem of info on the outside? Thinking about it, a very rich lunatic!
After deciding I would sleep in the van we drove to a put in on the River Isel. We put on & instantly felt the river had more power than the ones we had paddled before. The eddies were man made & quite boily, making for some interesting break ins & outs. The wave trains were bigger & the pourovers were grabbier with not many calm portions.
On Friday we had a look at a part of the River Drau, a dam release river with almost as much power as The Isel. We put on after lunch & practiced eddying in & out until we got to the slalom site. Big boulders had been put in strategic positions to create pourovers, stoppers & eddys. Deb P. & Rob were playing around with the various features, attaining (going up) the rapid & going through the hanging gates. I was happy to ferry glide from one side to the other & hope I didn't get washed away. Deborah had a go at attaining but was pushed back into the eddy I was in. She had another go, got caught by the main flow & hurtled towards a mid-stream boulder. She was pushed around it & into the boil behind which tipped the boat. After quite a few roll attempts in aireated water she swam & was carried off downstream with Deb P. & Rob in hot pursuit. I caught up with Deb P. & we eventually got the boat into an eddy after being bounced out of two.
Reunited, we carried on to the playhole a bit further down. Sat in the eddy river left, I grabbed a rock so I could watch the playboaters fooling around & managed to pull a muscle in my arm. Deb P. & Rob jogged for the van & Deborah had a swim in the nearby pool.
Deb P. & Rob had entered the rodeo which took place on the Saturday. The funniest moment for me was when the anouncer called out the womens heat starting with "World freestyle kayak legend DEB PINNIGARRRRRRRRR" everytime Deb paddled. Deb won the heat, semi-final & final. Rob put in quite a rousing performance for someone unfamiliar with freestyle in a borrowed boat, sidesurfing, flatspinning & even a backloop! The world number two was in his heat & I think Rob just didn't want to show him up.
On the Monday we went for another paddle on the Isel, dropping Deborah at the put in we went to before. Deb P. Rob & I went further up. Putting on & paddling into the first set of waves I realised I'd left the iron on, or hadn't fed the cat, or hadn't put the milkbottles out, any reason why I should be somewhere else. The waves were breaking over me, one second I could see Deb, the next was just a wall of greyish with white foam. I paddled hard & got used to the way the water was acting, eventually breaking into a smile, that was until THE stopper. The one that flipped me over & had a mate behind it that gave my roll a spanking. I swam & swam & swam some more, getting to the bank to watch Deb trying to push my boat to the side. I found myself on a gravel bar, out of sight of Deb & Rob. Thinking I could be in for a bit of a walk, I looked for a safe route to cross river right through what looked like a tributary stream. Rob appeared on the next gravel bar & said I'd have to swim down a bit to Deb & my boat. Wading out, the river was grabbing at my feet just three feet from the bank, I did a reverse swan dive with two twists for artistic impression into the current & was carried swiftly downstream to see Deb waiting with my boat. Knackered, I clambered in & we picked up Deborah just around the next corner. Without any major wobblies we got to the takeout & travelled on to a town called Loafer.
Nice campsite with all singing & dancing toilet block.
Went for a paddle on a nice easy grade I/II, practicing breaking in/out. Back to the campsite for a quick coffee then met Debs' friends Ingrid & Olli Grau, paddled a stunning grade I, great to see world class paddlers fooling around on the easy stuff like us mortals. I capsized while seeing how far I could edge my boat & Rob laughed.
The next day Deb took Rob & I for a paddle from the campsite down to a slalom course where I grew in confidence running the section three times. Rob & Deb went further downstream into a class V section. We stopped on the way back to Slovenia at a couple of lakes to do some rolling practice, then paddled a 20k section through a gorge where I had two swims in shorts in freezing water & ended up speaking an octave higher.
Back at Trnovo we dropped Deb P. at the train station & eagerly awaited the arrival of Gez to start the raft training.......
By Martin Mills
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
INTRO TO KAYAKING 12TH/13TH JULY
My wife and I went on holiday to New Zealand 18 months ago and while there enjoyed a guided tour of Milford Sound by sea kayak. We enjoyed the whole sea kayak experience so much that we decided it was time for a career change and do something a little more exciting than the old 9 to 5.
We had a chat and decided that we really liked the idea of becoming kayak guides or instructors. Having no experience behind us we knew this would be a tall order but was willing to give it a go. Having trawled the Internet for a while we were becoming a little confused with all the different levels of training required and a bit confused as to which step to take next. We was also not too keen on many of the well known kayaking companies that offered coaching in large groups, as we felt we wouldn't receive proper coaching and value for money. We had just about given up when at work (I'm a postie), I was sorting the mail when I came across a postcard from getafix.com I decided to write the web site down and have a look on it when I got home. The rest as they say is history.
I sent Leo an email detailing our experience and aspirations and was very pleased with the response that I received. Rather than give us the hard sell, Leo explained that it would be more beneficial to us to try out the 2 day Introduction to Kayaking course that he had set up, in order to see if kayaking was really the sport that we wanted to do. We decided to book ourselves onto the course in July and was not disappointed. We stayed at Ffynnon Wen and was made very welcome and was pleased with the standard of accommodation.
Leo arrived promptly to meet us on the first morning of the 2 day course and made us feel at ease straight away. He gave us a quick brief as to what was in store for us over the 2 days and off we went. After a short drive we arrived at our destination for the day and was then given all the necessary equipment that we required. The day involved a journey on a canal with lots of coaching and guidance as to the correct way to handle a kayak. With a few laughs and the odd dodgy joke along the way, this turned out to be an excellent way of learning the fundamentals of kayaking. We then returned to Ffynnon Wen for a lovely dinner and a much needed rest.
Day 2 was white water time and a journey along a river. WOW!!! What an amazing day this was. The scenery itself was breathtaking and the kayaking was awesome. Leo was brilliant in giving us very clear instruction and very personal tuition.
All in all we had 2 amazing days kayaking and couldn't have wished for a better introduction to the sport. We came away knowing that when we decide to kayak again we will definitely sound out Leo for our next step on the kayaking ladder. He's a top man and made the experience all the more enjoyable.
We had a chat and decided that we really liked the idea of becoming kayak guides or instructors. Having no experience behind us we knew this would be a tall order but was willing to give it a go. Having trawled the Internet for a while we were becoming a little confused with all the different levels of training required and a bit confused as to which step to take next. We was also not too keen on many of the well known kayaking companies that offered coaching in large groups, as we felt we wouldn't receive proper coaching and value for money. We had just about given up when at work (I'm a postie), I was sorting the mail when I came across a postcard from getafix.com I decided to write the web site down and have a look on it when I got home. The rest as they say is history.
I sent Leo an email detailing our experience and aspirations and was very pleased with the response that I received. Rather than give us the hard sell, Leo explained that it would be more beneficial to us to try out the 2 day Introduction to Kayaking course that he had set up, in order to see if kayaking was really the sport that we wanted to do. We decided to book ourselves onto the course in July and was not disappointed. We stayed at Ffynnon Wen and was made very welcome and was pleased with the standard of accommodation.
Leo arrived promptly to meet us on the first morning of the 2 day course and made us feel at ease straight away. He gave us a quick brief as to what was in store for us over the 2 days and off we went. After a short drive we arrived at our destination for the day and was then given all the necessary equipment that we required. The day involved a journey on a canal with lots of coaching and guidance as to the correct way to handle a kayak. With a few laughs and the odd dodgy joke along the way, this turned out to be an excellent way of learning the fundamentals of kayaking. We then returned to Ffynnon Wen for a lovely dinner and a much needed rest.
Day 2 was white water time and a journey along a river. WOW!!! What an amazing day this was. The scenery itself was breathtaking and the kayaking was awesome. Leo was brilliant in giving us very clear instruction and very personal tuition.
All in all we had 2 amazing days kayaking and couldn't have wished for a better introduction to the sport. We came away knowing that when we decide to kayak again we will definitely sound out Leo for our next step on the kayaking ladder. He's a top man and made the experience all the more enjoyable.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Notes from first 2 weeks of D4DR by Debra
11:06 Leo kindly takes my boat and paddle stuff in his van as I can’t get it all on the plane.
15:06 2pm Set off for airport, flight delayed one hour. Arrive Venice around 9pm, get bus for 3 euros to train station and train for 9 euros to Udine. Leo and Rob meet me at station, then drive to Trnovo. Leo tells me the big plan.
16:06 Everyone tired so start after noon. Go from Prijon shop (grade II) to long climb out. No probs, steady easy, start to feel weary at wave and can’t get on it. Last bit manoeuvring around boulders, no probs. Leave boats, go eat and then come back. Leo hints that maybe I should stop, but me thinks I’ll be ok – wrong – very tired!!!! Last section technical boulder field, too tired to think so follow Leo like beginner. Miss going round a rock, get caught by wave/stopper over rock and swim. Now cold and tired. Swim again before end, not sure why. Is raining and cloudy all day low visibility in mountains.
21:06 Get up early to do Kortinica, unfortunately not quite awake. Beautiful day and very quiet, low mists and sunlight on river. Get on just after 8am, hardest bit at beginning and unfortunately spin round backwards and over I go – first swim. Back in, ok for awhile, go through rapids fine but then simple/easier bits wobble around and go over. Think I rolled up (I came up). Next swim after bashing into rock on flat water – I am a muppet as Leo says. Further wobble later on but manage to push myself upright, and on to the end with no probs. Do a little shop then Leo’s off home and we’re left on our own to create mischief and mayhem. Tidy up and do washing, air van and kit and try to alter back rest in boat and then lounge in sun. Hitch a lift (Christian again) to bar in Srepinica and have pizza and wine and yes watch footy!! Hitch a lift back with Kobarid local (after watching fireflies) and go for last one in local bar.
22:06 Get up late, make toast in frying pan, hitch to Bovec, eat icecream, visit kayak shops, hitch back, eat leftovers, pad out boat.
23:06 Go paddling with Simon in afternoon 3pm, from Srepenica 1 to Trnovo, swim once. Teaches us to point to where we’re going, going from river left to right and back, eddy hopping, stern ruddering into eddies. Great day! Go for pizza again.
24:06 Paddle from top of Soca, through boulder garden. Doing well but unfortunately swim. Simon teaches us stern ruddering in and out of eddies. Still having trouble getting over eddy lines. Come to huge rapid through canyon – again swam, got pushed in to rock river left by flow and went backwards and over. Swam through second bit on back of Simon’s boat. Mut have been tired as then started wobbling on eddy lines and going over, t-rescued twice and rolled once. Trying another boat tomorrow, maybe something a bit longer may give me more momentum. Went for icecream and Simon cooked dinner – pasta and rocket salad – greens :o). Tom Parker and Sarah came for dinner.
25:06 NO SWIMS!!!! Srepenica 1 to Trnovo. Paddled nomad today and paddling improved no end, made eddies, leaned forward, quite enjoyed it. Simon looked at my roll need to bend my arm and look at the paddle, keep the box. Simon taught us low and high brace by looking at spot where going in, bracing on paddle and rotating body forward. Used it a little, but old habits die hard. Didn’t go over at all. Had a long break off the water and bean salad for lunch. After 6pm Debs, Dave Carroll and Kim turned up and we went for a party paddle. They were all manic like children playing on the water. At first Martin led me down but then it appeared to be everyone for themselves and I just started making my own way down, eventually leading Martin who was very tired and a little intimidated by the super paddlers (as was I), but they were fine and left us to it. Fantastic!!! Need to make eddies better, set my intention earlier. Came back and went for pizza and salad again! And watched footy.
26:06 Paddled Kortinica again no swims. Quite a bit lower, got pinned on a rock but got off and Rob helped me up. Shuttle took ages with big Steve. Went for icecream and shopping then got locked out of house so went to Kobard for pizza as we couldn’t make lunch. Lovely fruit and veg shop bought some beans. Got back and others still not back. Went down to river and tied each other up doing first aid. Went to bar to watch footy spain won.
27:06 Slow start, went back to boulder canyon. Got caught out at beginning and Rob t-rescued me. Did some first aid. Pretended to have fallen and Martin thought it was for real at first. Ran rapid fine. Leo swam into canyon and we made a mess of rescuing him – should have done a vector on throw rope to pull him in. Then we all swam through canyon, Rob disappeared in second rapid for few seconds very cold. Then ran rapids - was quite tired but determined not to hit rock on left so landed on rock on right span 180 degrees and went backwards. Managed to turn round and eddy out. Martin copied me. Second rapid ok – bit rocky but did fine. Technique better today although still back paddling. Led for the last little bit back to Prijon shop.
Got back in time for Debs and talked about Montenegro, looks lovely. Made date plans - getting excited. Cooked a lovely veg masala and now going to bar to watch Slovenian wedding traditions. Waited around like a lemon but nothing seemed to happen re arch so came back drank a glass of wine and went to sleep.
15:06 2pm Set off for airport, flight delayed one hour. Arrive Venice around 9pm, get bus for 3 euros to train station and train for 9 euros to Udine. Leo and Rob meet me at station, then drive to Trnovo. Leo tells me the big plan.
16:06 Everyone tired so start after noon. Go from Prijon shop (grade II) to long climb out. No probs, steady easy, start to feel weary at wave and can’t get on it. Last bit manoeuvring around boulders, no probs. Leave boats, go eat and then come back. Leo hints that maybe I should stop, but me thinks I’ll be ok – wrong – very tired!!!! Last section technical boulder field, too tired to think so follow Leo like beginner. Miss going round a rock, get caught by wave/stopper over rock and swim. Now cold and tired. Swim again before end, not sure why. Is raining and cloudy all day low visibility in mountains.
17:06 Has been raining all night and is lashing down. Go to look at river at Prijon shop but is very high at 150/200 cumecs. See trees floating down – play is abandoned. Back to house and start first aid. Everyone is raring to paddle.
18:06 Start earlier, go from Kobarid to Tolmin 17km. Easy grade II but I’m paddling like a lune. Can’t get over eddy lines, not breaking out strongly, wobbling about all over and very tense and stiff. One roll (first roll in boat), two t-rescues and 2 swims. Day is beautiful and clear. Bit of low cloud over alps. Leo has us trying to use waves and eddies to move through the water and getting difficult eddies. River is wide and flat. Leo goes for bus and we practice CPR.
19:06 Leave earlyish and do Kortinica in Kluze, lovely gorge like river with grade III + at beginning and continuous III all the way. Technical paddling round boulders etc. Doing fine although don’t break out strongly from first eddy and t-rescue. Continue ok for while then get caught in flow from round boulder and swim. Boat chased by Rob and Leo until Toni’s campsite and paddle on bank somewhere. I climb out, leaving Martin sunning himself in an eddy on the right. Leo picks me up whilst hitching a lift with Christian (german kayaker) to the bus. Rob gets back on at bridge and goes down with Martin, but can’t find paddle. We ask around – no paddle. Eat some lunch and go and do Kortinica again.
This time swim at curling wave, at bottom of Toni’s campsite and at end in easy wave train on way back to Prijon shop (Rob loaned me his paddle). Don’t know what’s going on, paddling terribly. Very pissed off with myself. Rob and Leo paddle down to Trnovo to look for paddle. My turn to cook make lovely bean and veg chilli but a bit too hot for Martin so he has to add lots of cream to cool it down. Bit more first aid.
20:06 Do short runs to build up my confidence. First from bottom of Toni’s campsite to Prijon shop – no probs. Go for icecream – lovely blueberry - and take it easy. Then get on at bridge down to long take out. Practice ferrying and eddying – doing OK, get caught out breaking into strong flow of wave and end up swimming, boulders at end no probs. Then practice rolling for awhile – still not quite there. Long climb out. More first aid in evening.
18:06 Start earlier, go from Kobarid to Tolmin 17km. Easy grade II but I’m paddling like a lune. Can’t get over eddy lines, not breaking out strongly, wobbling about all over and very tense and stiff. One roll (first roll in boat), two t-rescues and 2 swims. Day is beautiful and clear. Bit of low cloud over alps. Leo has us trying to use waves and eddies to move through the water and getting difficult eddies. River is wide and flat. Leo goes for bus and we practice CPR.
19:06 Leave earlyish and do Kortinica in Kluze, lovely gorge like river with grade III + at beginning and continuous III all the way. Technical paddling round boulders etc. Doing fine although don’t break out strongly from first eddy and t-rescue. Continue ok for while then get caught in flow from round boulder and swim. Boat chased by Rob and Leo until Toni’s campsite and paddle on bank somewhere. I climb out, leaving Martin sunning himself in an eddy on the right. Leo picks me up whilst hitching a lift with Christian (german kayaker) to the bus. Rob gets back on at bridge and goes down with Martin, but can’t find paddle. We ask around – no paddle. Eat some lunch and go and do Kortinica again.
This time swim at curling wave, at bottom of Toni’s campsite and at end in easy wave train on way back to Prijon shop (Rob loaned me his paddle). Don’t know what’s going on, paddling terribly. Very pissed off with myself. Rob and Leo paddle down to Trnovo to look for paddle. My turn to cook make lovely bean and veg chilli but a bit too hot for Martin so he has to add lots of cream to cool it down. Bit more first aid.
20:06 Do short runs to build up my confidence. First from bottom of Toni’s campsite to Prijon shop – no probs. Go for icecream – lovely blueberry - and take it easy. Then get on at bridge down to long take out. Practice ferrying and eddying – doing OK, get caught out breaking into strong flow of wave and end up swimming, boulders at end no probs. Then practice rolling for awhile – still not quite there. Long climb out. More first aid in evening.
21:06 Get up early to do Kortinica, unfortunately not quite awake. Beautiful day and very quiet, low mists and sunlight on river. Get on just after 8am, hardest bit at beginning and unfortunately spin round backwards and over I go – first swim. Back in, ok for awhile, go through rapids fine but then simple/easier bits wobble around and go over. Think I rolled up (I came up). Next swim after bashing into rock on flat water – I am a muppet as Leo says. Further wobble later on but manage to push myself upright, and on to the end with no probs. Do a little shop then Leo’s off home and we’re left on our own to create mischief and mayhem. Tidy up and do washing, air van and kit and try to alter back rest in boat and then lounge in sun. Hitch a lift (Christian again) to bar in Srepinica and have pizza and wine and yes watch footy!! Hitch a lift back with Kobarid local (after watching fireflies) and go for last one in local bar.22:06 Get up late, make toast in frying pan, hitch to Bovec, eat icecream, visit kayak shops, hitch back, eat leftovers, pad out boat.
23:06 Go paddling with Simon in afternoon 3pm, from Srepenica 1 to Trnovo, swim once. Teaches us to point to where we’re going, going from river left to right and back, eddy hopping, stern ruddering into eddies. Great day! Go for pizza again.
24:06 Paddle from top of Soca, through boulder garden. Doing well but unfortunately swim. Simon teaches us stern ruddering in and out of eddies. Still having trouble getting over eddy lines. Come to huge rapid through canyon – again swam, got pushed in to rock river left by flow and went backwards and over. Swam through second bit on back of Simon’s boat. Mut have been tired as then started wobbling on eddy lines and going over, t-rescued twice and rolled once. Trying another boat tomorrow, maybe something a bit longer may give me more momentum. Went for icecream and Simon cooked dinner – pasta and rocket salad – greens :o). Tom Parker and Sarah came for dinner.
25:06 NO SWIMS!!!! Srepenica 1 to Trnovo. Paddled nomad today and paddling improved no end, made eddies, leaned forward, quite enjoyed it. Simon looked at my roll need to bend my arm and look at the paddle, keep the box. Simon taught us low and high brace by looking at spot where going in, bracing on paddle and rotating body forward. Used it a little, but old habits die hard. Didn’t go over at all. Had a long break off the water and bean salad for lunch. After 6pm Debs, Dave Carroll and Kim turned up and we went for a party paddle. They were all manic like children playing on the water. At first Martin led me down but then it appeared to be everyone for themselves and I just started making my own way down, eventually leading Martin who was very tired and a little intimidated by the super paddlers (as was I), but they were fine and left us to it. Fantastic!!! Need to make eddies better, set my intention earlier. Came back and went for pizza and salad again! And watched footy.
26:06 Paddled Kortinica again no swims. Quite a bit lower, got pinned on a rock but got off and Rob helped me up. Shuttle took ages with big Steve. Went for icecream and shopping then got locked out of house so went to Kobard for pizza as we couldn’t make lunch. Lovely fruit and veg shop bought some beans. Got back and others still not back. Went down to river and tied each other up doing first aid. Went to bar to watch footy spain won.
27:06 Slow start, went back to boulder canyon. Got caught out at beginning and Rob t-rescued me. Did some first aid. Pretended to have fallen and Martin thought it was for real at first. Ran rapid fine. Leo swam into canyon and we made a mess of rescuing him – should have done a vector on throw rope to pull him in. Then we all swam through canyon, Rob disappeared in second rapid for few seconds very cold. Then ran rapids - was quite tired but determined not to hit rock on left so landed on rock on right span 180 degrees and went backwards. Managed to turn round and eddy out. Martin copied me. Second rapid ok – bit rocky but did fine. Technique better today although still back paddling. Led for the last little bit back to Prijon shop. Got back in time for Debs and talked about Montenegro, looks lovely. Made date plans - getting excited. Cooked a lovely veg masala and now going to bar to watch Slovenian wedding traditions. Waited around like a lemon but nothing seemed to happen re arch so came back drank a glass of wine and went to sleep.
Notes from first 2 weeks of D4DR by Rob
The D4DR Instructor Training Programme was due to start on the 16th of June, so participants were supposed to arrive on the 15th. Alas due to a misunderstanding myself and Martin arrived on the 14th(o0ps). But not only did we both arrive a day early, we also arrived about 9 hours apart from each other(double oops). I arrived the earliest at around 2.30 in the afternoon had the pleasure of doing the shop with Leo and watching some footie. After picking Martin up at around 11.15 in the night, the three of us then drove onto 22 Trnovo ob Soci on the Soca river in Slovenia, which has been our base whilst in Slovenia.
The next day the three of us went onto the river, on a bit of a warm up run. We got in at Cezsoca and paddled down onto the get out at Srpenica 2. This run consisting of a lovely wave train, with one of the best surfing waves around (check out the youtube clip). This lead onto a next bit of a boulder garden. Then we went to collect Debra (who'd arrived the correct day).
After a bit of a lay in, the four of us then went down and ran the same section as above. After having lunch, we then returned to our boats at Srpenica 2 to paddle the rest of the way to Trnovo 1, this section being a bit more of a bigger boulder garden type section. Then the heavens started to open and it tipped down!!!!
The next morning we awoke to rain, and lots of it. The river rose upto around 250 (ish) cummeces, it was at around 20 (ish) the day before when we got off. So after a bit of driving around to look at the river, it was decided there had been too much rain (As we were all coming from the UK, we found this hard to swallow). As a back up plan, we ended up making a start of our REC first aid for paddlers course.
Next day we paddled the lower section of the Soca, this was from Kobarid to Tolmin. Due to the amount of water in the river this was great fun with some hugh eddy lines, boiling eddy's and some big bouncy wave trains.
Seeing as the river still had loads of water in it, we drove upto to Kulze to have a look at one of the tributary's of the Soca. This one being called the Koritnica. It was running at a great level. Making the entry gorge quite fast and fun. But due to a mishap in a gorge lower down the river, Debra ended up losing her paddle, which put a bit of a dampener on the day. The team got off at the get out at Vodenca (prijon shop), and meself and Leo continued down to Trnovo to see if we could find the paddles. Unfortunately we could see them anywhere, but we did find the river still at quite a high level.
We then paddled the next day from where the Koritnica enters the Soca down to the Prijon Shop, and did from Cezsoca down to Srpenica 2, as the river was still high, this made for some interesting paddling.
Saturday the 21st saw us have an early start on the Koritnica which was still running at a great level. We got back to the digs before lunch, waved good bye to Leo, as he was flying home for a long weekend to enjoy his son Sol's 2nd birthday. The three of us (me, Martin and Debra) having our freedom from any instructor's decided to hitch into Srpenica for dinner, to watch footie and have a couple beers. We managed to hitch back, late (ish) into the nights and continue with some more beers at the local bar.
After a nice lay in, a late breakfast and generally lazy morning the three of us decided to hitch in to the near by town of Bovec, which is roughly 17 Kms away from Trnovo. This was surprisingly easy having only to wait around 6/7 mins to get a lift there of some friendly German paddlers, who we'd meet whilst watching football earlier in the week. We enjoyed some lovely ice cream and a little look around. We then hitched back, making the first half of the journey in a friendly climbers tiny car, we have a drink and a sit down and made the reminder of the journey in a local rafting company's mini bus.
The next day the three of us went onto the river, on a bit of a warm up run. We got in at Cezsoca and paddled down onto the get out at Srpenica 2. This run consisting of a lovely wave train, with one of the best surfing waves around (check out the youtube clip). This lead onto a next bit of a boulder garden. Then we went to collect Debra (who'd arrived the correct day).
After a bit of a lay in, the four of us then went down and ran the same section as above. After having lunch, we then returned to our boats at Srpenica 2 to paddle the rest of the way to Trnovo 1, this section being a bit more of a bigger boulder garden type section. Then the heavens started to open and it tipped down!!!!
The next morning we awoke to rain, and lots of it. The river rose upto around 250 (ish) cummeces, it was at around 20 (ish) the day before when we got off. So after a bit of driving around to look at the river, it was decided there had been too much rain (As we were all coming from the UK, we found this hard to swallow). As a back up plan, we ended up making a start of our REC first aid for paddlers course.
Next day we paddled the lower section of the Soca, this was from Kobarid to Tolmin. Due to the amount of water in the river this was great fun with some hugh eddy lines, boiling eddy's and some big bouncy wave trains.
Seeing as the river still had loads of water in it, we drove upto to Kulze to have a look at one of the tributary's of the Soca. This one being called the Koritnica. It was running at a great level. Making the entry gorge quite fast and fun. But due to a mishap in a gorge lower down the river, Debra ended up losing her paddle, which put a bit of a dampener on the day. The team got off at the get out at Vodenca (prijon shop), and meself and Leo continued down to Trnovo to see if we could find the paddles. Unfortunately we could see them anywhere, but we did find the river still at quite a high level.
We then paddled the next day from where the Koritnica enters the Soca down to the Prijon Shop, and did from Cezsoca down to Srpenica 2, as the river was still high, this made for some interesting paddling.
Saturday the 21st saw us have an early start on the Koritnica which was still running at a great level. We got back to the digs before lunch, waved good bye to Leo, as he was flying home for a long weekend to enjoy his son Sol's 2nd birthday. The three of us (me, Martin and Debra) having our freedom from any instructor's decided to hitch into Srpenica for dinner, to watch footie and have a couple beers. We managed to hitch back, late (ish) into the nights and continue with some more beers at the local bar.
After a nice lay in, a late breakfast and generally lazy morning the three of us decided to hitch in to the near by town of Bovec, which is roughly 17 Kms away from Trnovo. This was surprisingly easy having only to wait around 6/7 mins to get a lift there of some friendly German paddlers, who we'd meet whilst watching football earlier in the week. We enjoyed some lovely ice cream and a little look around. We then hitched back, making the first half of the journey in a friendly climbers tiny car, we have a drink and a sit down and made the reminder of the journey in a local rafting company's mini bus.
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