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Organizers: Ken Long and Deb Herman
Campground: Mountain River Campground
Cool Gift: Bicycle Cap
Slogan: "Heh, listen. We invented Interesting and Graphically
Sophisticated Newsletters, Wild Color Themes, and I believe we co-opted
and refined the Flamingo logo. Ya want slogans, too?" -- Deb Herman, 8
Aug 1995 |
Attendees:
Michele Andrews
Tony Andrews
Scot Aurenz
Sandy Baldrige
Mark Binter
Greg Boebinger
Karen Boebinger
Edward Bronson
Dan Brunner
Holly Brunner
Maria Canto
Paul Carlile
Joe Cychosz
Eileen Gelblat
Renee Gelblat
Alynn Gentry
Randy Harvey
Debbie Herman
Gretchen Higgins
Steve Higgins
Pat Hochstetler
Phil Hochstetler
Steven Hochstetler
Candie Jamerson
Deb Jaros
Deborah Kimminau
Bill Klaasen
Denise Krol
Rich Kulawiec |
Ken Long
Ed Lyvers
Kris Meade
Herb Munsterman
John Neuberger
Dan Osborn
Tammy Osborn
Josie Palstra
Thom Palstra
Kathryn Rapala
Barb Russell
Karen Russell
Bob Safranek
Jeff Schwab
Ken Shoemaker
Malcolm Slaney
Deborah Smith
Kirk Smith
Debby Stakes
Sue Strang
Tom Tengdin
Maria Thompson
Greg Treece
Jeff Treece
Lynne Uban
Tom Uban
Don Wegeng
P. K. Zakosek |
Commentary:
Dan Osborn
From: Dan Osborn
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 89 09:49:09 pdt
Subject: Spill on lower Greyhound
The video of the 9th annual raft trip contain's spills, dumps and a few
near flips. One that is near and dear to my heart (since I took part) occurs
near the end of the tape. It's most noted for Greg Boebinger's back flip out
of the boat. (He only got a score of 8.5 because he didn't point his toes.
He didn't keep his knees together either, but I don't think the judges saw
that.)
The following is a chronology of the spill at lower Greyhound. Those with
the video tape can follow along. Those without, I think, will find this
interesting anyway:
Our raft consisted of the following people:
- Dan & Holly Brunner
- Tony & Michel Andrews
- Dan (me) & Tammy Osborn
- Greg Boebinger (Karen was baby-sitting)
- and Squirrel (our guide)
Since Greg was so much taller than the rest of us, we took the theme of
the jolly green giant for our raft. Greg (obviously) was Mr. Jolly and the
rest of us were the sprouts. Thus explaining the carrots sticking out of our
helmets and the green zinc oxide on our noses.
At the bottom of Lower Greyhound rapid is a ledge which forms a nice
hydraulic behind it. For those who don't know what I talking about I'll
explain: When the river flows over an object there is created a standing
wave of water behind it. If the conditions are right the wave will crest
and/or actually break over much like a ocean wave rolling into the beach. At
Greyhound, it's more like a water flowing over a dam with a boil of water
behind it. But's it's still possible to "surf" the wave. You paddle upstream
into this hydraulic, and once the center of the raft is over the hump of the
wave, the raft will be drawn forward into the "crease" between the
downstream flow of the river and the upstream flow of the crashing, standing
wave.
Now the front of the raft will hit the wall of water flowing down stream
and will either bounce off or momentairly be sucked down filling the raft
with water. It's quite fun with the object to see how long you can stay in
the crease.
Well, we had successfully surfed lower Greyhound once, but didn't bother
to bail before we paddled back for a second run. The raft, now fatality
heavy with water was much harder to control once we entered the hydraulic:
- Having paddled up onto the hydraulic we brace ourselves - the boat
will be drawn into the crease from here. The front of the raft hits the
wall of downrushing water and bounces off pushing the nose of the raft
to the right. Squirrel is unable to prevent to clockwise rotation of the
raft which turns sidesways in the hydraulic.
- The left side of the raft hits the wall of downrushing water but
instead of bouncing off, the left side is sucked in and down threating
to flip the raft. It's at this point that everybody is suppose to
highside - jump on the high side of the raft to keep it from flipping.
Well we hit upon an alternate plan that also seemed to work. Most of us
fell out! I, in the left front, am sucked out first, followed in quick
order by the other Dan, Holly, and Tammy. Greg, Tony, and Squirrel are
knocked to the floor of the raft. Michel, exhibiting execellent control
with her sphincter muscles, manages to stay perched on the right side of
the raft.
- The raft, now considerable lightened, springs out of the hole and
spins around. Tammy, (in blue helmet for those with VCRs) caugth in the
Maytag effect of the rolling water, comes briefly to the surface and
goes down again for a second time. Dan and Holly emerge clutching to one
another singing, "Nearer My God To Thee." I'm still deep underwater
wondering when I'm going to come to the surface.
- Squirrel manages to get hold of Tammy's life jacket and keeps her
from going back under a third time. Tony and Michel try to get hold of
Dan and Holly who are refusing to let go of each other. Greg, for some
unknown reason, decides that he could be most helpful by standing up in
the raft ?!? Meanwhile, I start getting concerned about comming to the
surface and decide to start counting,
"1........2........3........4........"
- The raft falls back into the crease of water. The jarring causes
greg to fall backward onto the side of the raft which bounces him
skyward. Legs splayed, toes not pointed, greg almost completes his
backflip before entering the water both feet and face first. Tammy, in
spite of squirrels grip on her life jacket, goes under for a third time
anyway. Her thought at the time, "I don't wanna go under anymore." I,
now really concerned about getting to the surface and tired of waiting,
decide to start swimming in what I think is and upward direction.
- Greg, having gone completely under the raft emerges on the far side.
His bouncing out, having helped push the raft out of the hydraulic. Tony
and Michel, find that Dan and Holly are still refusing to let go of each
other, begin pulling them both in together. I, with carrot intact,
finally emerge. Those with the video tape will see me wave just after
surfacing. Approximate time under, 18 seconds.
- We get everyone back into the raft and find that we had broken one
of the cardinal rules of rafting. Not a single one of us who fell out,
kept hold of our paddles!
One of the other rafts retieved our paddles for us. The rest of the trip
was fun but uneventful. I don't think that anyone else fell out of any of
the rafts for the rest of the trip. I'm probably wrong, but I know that we
had our fill of adventure.
Don Wegeng
From: dw
Date: 7 Aug 89 10:47:31 EDT (Monday)
Subject: '89 Raft Trip
Some memories from this years raft trip:
Ed Bronson wandering the streets of Montgomery, WV... the Day Glow
Patrol... unknown homebrew... the dog demolition team... the rambo II
grill catches on fire... what's wrong with this tent?... the "real"
reason why Missouri isn't flat... smile for the cameraman... are you
guys *sure* that you don't want to flip the raft?... chugging Sheaf
Stout... hot'n'spicy beer... praising the river god... this doesn't look
the trail we came down on... exchanging swimming suits... the stragglers
breakfast... is the weekend really over already?
/Don
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