Tellico, Tellico, Tellico... I run it 3 times a day..

Monday, January 8, 2007


River: Tellico
Level: 1.5 online gauge (approx. 1.9)
Paddlers: Me, Stephen, Brad, Mark, John

I had been watching the Tellico for over a year now, REALLY wanting to get on it and say that I paddled it. Unfortunately, everytime I was in Tennessee, it seemed that it didn't rain. Today I looked at the level and it was closest to the minimum level for a good paddle, and I wasn't going to leave without getting on that river.
I convinced Stephen to take me there, and Brad, Mark and John decided to come along! I brought the new Punk Rocker with me, so not only was it the first day on a new river, but my first time in a creekboat as well!

The drive was about 2+ hours to Tellico Plains, and once we got there and drove alongside the river, I was beginning to wonder if I made a terrible mistake. It was so SHALLOW! I could see the bottom of the river and there were rocks everywhere. Stephen reassured me that this was not the part we were going to run, and it is narrower and deeper upstream. As we drove further up, we started seeing boaters on the river, and finally saw Mark and John paddling down above Baby Falls.
We stopped to get their attention, and took photos of them running the falls, before heading up to the put-in.



Wisconson John on Baby Falls





Mark's Baby Falls




As we were getting ready, Mark and John had managed to hitch a ride back up and put on with us, for their second run and our first.

At first I was nervous. Paddling a creekboat was completely different than paddling a playboat or a river-runner. I practiced ferrying back and forth a current at the put-in, and then we headed downstream. The upper part of the Tellico consisted of a series of ledges, where we got to practice our boofing skills. So far I was doing really well! I didn't feel tippy, and felt solid and in control of my boat and my paddle strokes. The last of the ledges was a 10 foot boof with a seam in the middle. The idea was to boof over the seam, but as I couldn't see exactly where it was from above, I managed to get sucked right down in the seam. I disappeared compeletely under water and quickly resurfaced. I rolled up right away. Damn! I screwed up my first boof! We went through a few more rapids, and finally came to Baby Falls. There was a tiny eddy above it that people catch. Stephen was waiting in the eddy for me, and I tried to catch it, but missed. I was now facing upstream just above the falls. I quickly turned the boat around and went over the far right side of the falls. I didn't land right side up, and rolled back up quickly. Below Baby Falls was a rapid called Diaper Wiper. For some reason I thought it was one of those rapids I needed to be careful on. We ran the left, which was a slide which made a 90 degree turn to the right at the bottom. I aced it! Yeah! We kept going on down the river, finally arriving at another "watch-for" rapid called Jared's Knee. It was a complex myriad of rocks, chutes and ledges. I just followed the others down and was fine.



Brad and Mark on Baby Falls


At the take-out, I was feeling a little tired from all that paddling, but wanting more. Stephen hitched a ride back up and got Mark's van. He ran shuttle and sat the second run off to run shuttle and take photos. The second run was a better run for me. I ran the entire run right-side up, ran the right line at Diaper Wiper and aced Jared's again. It was just so much fun, I had to run it AGAIN!

My first baby!




John and I discussing Diaper Wiper (this was his first time on the Tellico too!)



This time, Brad ran shuttle and Stephen jumped into the Rocker. This run was my best boof over Baby Falls, a near perfect boof, which didn't get caught on film because it was starting to get dark. Halfway down this run, it started to get darker and poured rain. We could see lightning in the distance. I was really starting to feel tired. My muscles were aching and I was having trouble keeping my boat pointed in the direction I wanted it to. Finally at Jared's Knee, my line was off, and I flipped by an undercut rock above the last ledge (which was about 5 feet high). I thought Blaaaa! and rolled up just in time to go over the ledge right side up! I flipped again at the bottom, and knew that my day of paddling had come to an end. John kept telling me how lucky I was to roll up in time. Not luck, my friend, just a bombproof roll! Oh yeah! ha ha
It was such a great day! I was grinning the whole way down, and now I want to get myself a creekboat!


I'm one happy Creeker!


Here is the link to my Punk Rocker Review on Boatertalk: http://www.boatertalk.com/forum/BoaterTalk/1176217

Three different rivers in one day!

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

River: Clear Creek/Obed/Emory
Level: 397/2100/274 cfs respectively
Paddlers: Me, Stephen, Tera, Louie


Today I met up with some boaters from the SE to try a new river. Clear Creek looked like something that I would like, and would be a perfect "getting back into paddling river". Stephen came along, just to prove that he wasn't too cool for class III water!

Tera was willing to show us down as it is one of her home rivers, and she brought the famous 'Louie' with her. It was a very pretty run. The two bigger drops were right at the beginning, and I made it through them fine. I felt a little tippy in my boat, but soon regained my strength/balance. Clear Creek soon joined up with the Obed River, and it was kind of like a left turn from a back street onto a highway. The Obed was about three times as big (width and flow), but no more intimidating... more of what I am used to.




Stephen chatting with Louie

Later on, the Obed bent right, so the last stretch of river was paddling directly into the setting sun. The weird part was that although it was clearly still the same river as the Obed, the river took on a new name at that corner. We were now on the Emory River. The Emory was this little stream that flowed into the Obed, yet the river took on the smaller river's name. I was soooo confused.
The great part of the day was even though we met and put on around 2pm, we made it off the river long before it got dark!



What a beautiful river!



Stephen and Tera downstream


Louie, Stephen and Tera
What a great day, great weather, with great company!