Armada Trip Report from KNeal
Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 10:08 pm
As this year's "unofficial" organizer for the armada, I had the pleasure of seeing the ongoing evolution of single-blade gatherings that started 5 1/2 years ago with the gathering of as many "first-timers" to the armada as there were "veteran armadians".
The weekend started off for me with the Davey Hearn clinic that had Bill Reap, Scott Broam, Shawn Reese, Mike Watson, Adam Pearsall, and myself all paddling slalom boats (Adam, Scott), Viper c-1 (me), Acrobat (Mike) and Atoms (Shawn, and Bill). We started at the feeder canal, that has a slalom course, and worked on specific paddling methods--mainly crossing the current (ferrying) and edge control (stern pivots). We spent a lot of time perfecting stern squirts and nailing eddy turns ala slalom-style. After a quick lunch, we proceeded to attain/walk the feeder canal so we could start our Little Falls run. I'll let the other paddlers confess to making the crux climb or taking a walk (I made the climb the WHOLE way in my Viper!). It was great hanging with Davey, but I would imagine to the casual observer that watching us running down the various wave trains that we must have looked like a bunch of ducklings chasing after their parent (as opposed to referencing Davey to a mother duck ). We would chase after Davey as he would make eddy turns then zip on down river to surf a wave then hop in an eddy and wait for us to catch up. He HAD to wait because we were fussing about trying to mimic his moves, flip on an eddy line (or get tripped by the current), roll up and try to paddle to where Davey was waiting. To the uninitiated, Little Falls rapid on the Potomac, at the moderate-high level we paddled, has big water feel with pushy wave trains, boiling water, and swirling currents. The final drop is Little Falls proper and has two main routes: Virginia-side (a tough left-to-right move threading holes and fighting cross currents to avoid getting blown against the middle island; and Maryland-side (basically a straight shot with a REALLY neat haystack that you could ride up and down into the trough, then following the runout as it funnels past the middle island). We took a quick glance from shore, then hopped in our boats and ran the Maryland-side falls pretty cleanly. I say that because as I was running the drop, I saw Scott out of his boat swimming to the side with the other boaters pushing his boat to shore. Apparently, he misunderstood what Davey said about getting to the takeout and thought we were ALL supposed to swim to the rocky shore to get out .
Now, I'm gonna say at this point that we had read Scott Wilkinson's post about the horrible D.C. traffic leaving in the afternoon on Friday, so we ALL agreed early on that we would wrap it up around 2:00 and get on the road. Well, by 3:45, Shawn was in his Cherokee driving down Clara Barton Parkway THE WRONG WAY yelling at us to "get going!" About 10 minutes later, we decided to give chase and went after him by driving down Clara Barton Parkway THE WRONG WAY . Apparently the east-bound lanes of the parkway get closed in the afternoons, so the only way we could get out of there was to drive west-bound in the east-bound lanes, then merge into traffic. Our late departure only added 30 minutes to our driving time (which could have taken MUCH longer considering the MASSIVE volume of D.C. traffic). I led the way, which may not have been a clever decision on our convoy's part, but we arrived at the Craig campground not too terribly late or ill-tempered (except for our southern contigent-read Mike, Scott, and Bill-who swore up and down that they will NEVER drive to Washington D.C EVER again ).
Saturday was just a fun-filled day with me yelling at everybody about making time limits to leave the take-out parking area and get to the putin and then yelling at everybody about needing to proceed downriver. I'll compare organizing this group on a time schedule to herding cats. Others may feel that I was just being a "time keeper nazi" The putin hole gave our group ample opportunity to try out many of our diverse collection of cboats--and there was an AMPLE sampling of cboats to try out (glass Vipers and Acrobats and slalom boats--including Paul Cline and son Jacob in a c-2; and the plastic crowd from Atoms all the way down to Seth Chapelle's boat and the MUCH anticipated Wheelboy !) All-in-all, there were over 20 of us paddling (23?) and everyone just had a great time.
Special recognition goes to all our swimmers (Paul and Scott and Bob Gunst and Jim Kelly-Rand and others?). The missing-in-action award goes to the D.C. slalom contingent who were sorely missed on Saturday, mainly because Dave Miller and Scott Wilkinson are the ones solely responsible for starting the armada gatherings. The best-moves award goes to Seth Chapelle with his flat-water loop. The coolest flatwater wheels goes to Adam in his master-cut Acrobat, with honorable mention to Mike W. who also used Adam's Acrobat. I would have to give the longest stern stall to myself for stalling my Viper on its stern for at least 20 seconds at times. The conspicuously missing award goes to the "Longboating" poster who has made much of his knowledge of cboating and posted that he would be bringing his"posse" to this weekend's activities, but was a no-show. Oh, well. Maybe he showed up at the Lower Yough today (Sunday) and paddled with Paul and son. Otherwise, he just may have gone the way of other "mysterious" posters like "t-grippin' dudette (anyone remember that one? ). Boater of the weekend award goes to my wife who stayed ashore to maintain some level of control over our 6-month old labrador puppy and made sure everyone was taken care of with shuttling, boats, and their equipment, plus applying her medical skills where needed.
After quick showers, it was time for our descent into the town of Westernport and our much-anticipated assault on Fox's Pizza! Unfortunately, they were VERY prepared for our frontal assault and had brought in plenty of reinforcements and supplies. We were well received and well fed and well taken care of. Kudos to Fox's Pizza for allowing us back and meeting our food needs. All had a great time catching up on events and sharing embellished tales of hair-raising boating stories, though some did not need embellishment--like anything said about Kalin Pallett in his absence . Kalin, if you read this, we spoke kindly of you and mostly expressed sorrow in missing your awesome presence . Unfortunately, at some point (and after polishing off two beers), I decided to get into an intellectual debate with Paul's son, Jacob (how old is he? 10?), and I ended up having to use my significant size, age, and drunkedness over Jake to just win a few arguments . Well, I guess Jake let me win so I would stop hounding him.
Sunday (today) came rolling around, and so did the rain. So, we struck camp and said our goodbyes. Shawn ran off to run the Cheat (and set up shuttle in 45 minutes ), Brendan and Bob went to do the Shenandoah Staircase section next to Harper's Ferry, Paul and son left to do the Lower Yough, a few others stayed to run the North Branch again, and the rest of us loaded our gear and boats and left for home. By the way, I just want to make it clear to everyone that Adam DID drive to the armada hauling 4 boats on his Audi TT, so awesome shuttle vehicle award goes to "Sir' Adam!
This weekend was wonderful and I really enjoyed meeting new attendees as well as catching up on the lives of familiar veterans. I would really like to see if we can get a fall armada organized, so think about if you can get a group together on a favorite stretch of whitewater and invite us.
KNeal (Neal Fleenor)
The weekend started off for me with the Davey Hearn clinic that had Bill Reap, Scott Broam, Shawn Reese, Mike Watson, Adam Pearsall, and myself all paddling slalom boats (Adam, Scott), Viper c-1 (me), Acrobat (Mike) and Atoms (Shawn, and Bill). We started at the feeder canal, that has a slalom course, and worked on specific paddling methods--mainly crossing the current (ferrying) and edge control (stern pivots). We spent a lot of time perfecting stern squirts and nailing eddy turns ala slalom-style. After a quick lunch, we proceeded to attain/walk the feeder canal so we could start our Little Falls run. I'll let the other paddlers confess to making the crux climb or taking a walk (I made the climb the WHOLE way in my Viper!). It was great hanging with Davey, but I would imagine to the casual observer that watching us running down the various wave trains that we must have looked like a bunch of ducklings chasing after their parent (as opposed to referencing Davey to a mother duck ). We would chase after Davey as he would make eddy turns then zip on down river to surf a wave then hop in an eddy and wait for us to catch up. He HAD to wait because we were fussing about trying to mimic his moves, flip on an eddy line (or get tripped by the current), roll up and try to paddle to where Davey was waiting. To the uninitiated, Little Falls rapid on the Potomac, at the moderate-high level we paddled, has big water feel with pushy wave trains, boiling water, and swirling currents. The final drop is Little Falls proper and has two main routes: Virginia-side (a tough left-to-right move threading holes and fighting cross currents to avoid getting blown against the middle island; and Maryland-side (basically a straight shot with a REALLY neat haystack that you could ride up and down into the trough, then following the runout as it funnels past the middle island). We took a quick glance from shore, then hopped in our boats and ran the Maryland-side falls pretty cleanly. I say that because as I was running the drop, I saw Scott out of his boat swimming to the side with the other boaters pushing his boat to shore. Apparently, he misunderstood what Davey said about getting to the takeout and thought we were ALL supposed to swim to the rocky shore to get out .
Now, I'm gonna say at this point that we had read Scott Wilkinson's post about the horrible D.C. traffic leaving in the afternoon on Friday, so we ALL agreed early on that we would wrap it up around 2:00 and get on the road. Well, by 3:45, Shawn was in his Cherokee driving down Clara Barton Parkway THE WRONG WAY yelling at us to "get going!" About 10 minutes later, we decided to give chase and went after him by driving down Clara Barton Parkway THE WRONG WAY . Apparently the east-bound lanes of the parkway get closed in the afternoons, so the only way we could get out of there was to drive west-bound in the east-bound lanes, then merge into traffic. Our late departure only added 30 minutes to our driving time (which could have taken MUCH longer considering the MASSIVE volume of D.C. traffic). I led the way, which may not have been a clever decision on our convoy's part, but we arrived at the Craig campground not too terribly late or ill-tempered (except for our southern contigent-read Mike, Scott, and Bill-who swore up and down that they will NEVER drive to Washington D.C EVER again ).
Saturday was just a fun-filled day with me yelling at everybody about making time limits to leave the take-out parking area and get to the putin and then yelling at everybody about needing to proceed downriver. I'll compare organizing this group on a time schedule to herding cats. Others may feel that I was just being a "time keeper nazi" The putin hole gave our group ample opportunity to try out many of our diverse collection of cboats--and there was an AMPLE sampling of cboats to try out (glass Vipers and Acrobats and slalom boats--including Paul Cline and son Jacob in a c-2; and the plastic crowd from Atoms all the way down to Seth Chapelle's boat and the MUCH anticipated Wheelboy !) All-in-all, there were over 20 of us paddling (23?) and everyone just had a great time.
Special recognition goes to all our swimmers (Paul and Scott and Bob Gunst and Jim Kelly-Rand and others?). The missing-in-action award goes to the D.C. slalom contingent who were sorely missed on Saturday, mainly because Dave Miller and Scott Wilkinson are the ones solely responsible for starting the armada gatherings. The best-moves award goes to Seth Chapelle with his flat-water loop. The coolest flatwater wheels goes to Adam in his master-cut Acrobat, with honorable mention to Mike W. who also used Adam's Acrobat. I would have to give the longest stern stall to myself for stalling my Viper on its stern for at least 20 seconds at times. The conspicuously missing award goes to the "Longboating" poster who has made much of his knowledge of cboating and posted that he would be bringing his"posse" to this weekend's activities, but was a no-show. Oh, well. Maybe he showed up at the Lower Yough today (Sunday) and paddled with Paul and son. Otherwise, he just may have gone the way of other "mysterious" posters like "t-grippin' dudette (anyone remember that one? ). Boater of the weekend award goes to my wife who stayed ashore to maintain some level of control over our 6-month old labrador puppy and made sure everyone was taken care of with shuttling, boats, and their equipment, plus applying her medical skills where needed.
After quick showers, it was time for our descent into the town of Westernport and our much-anticipated assault on Fox's Pizza! Unfortunately, they were VERY prepared for our frontal assault and had brought in plenty of reinforcements and supplies. We were well received and well fed and well taken care of. Kudos to Fox's Pizza for allowing us back and meeting our food needs. All had a great time catching up on events and sharing embellished tales of hair-raising boating stories, though some did not need embellishment--like anything said about Kalin Pallett in his absence . Kalin, if you read this, we spoke kindly of you and mostly expressed sorrow in missing your awesome presence . Unfortunately, at some point (and after polishing off two beers), I decided to get into an intellectual debate with Paul's son, Jacob (how old is he? 10?), and I ended up having to use my significant size, age, and drunkedness over Jake to just win a few arguments . Well, I guess Jake let me win so I would stop hounding him.
Sunday (today) came rolling around, and so did the rain. So, we struck camp and said our goodbyes. Shawn ran off to run the Cheat (and set up shuttle in 45 minutes ), Brendan and Bob went to do the Shenandoah Staircase section next to Harper's Ferry, Paul and son left to do the Lower Yough, a few others stayed to run the North Branch again, and the rest of us loaded our gear and boats and left for home. By the way, I just want to make it clear to everyone that Adam DID drive to the armada hauling 4 boats on his Audi TT, so awesome shuttle vehicle award goes to "Sir' Adam!
This weekend was wonderful and I really enjoyed meeting new attendees as well as catching up on the lives of familiar veterans. I would really like to see if we can get a fall armada organized, so think about if you can get a group together on a favorite stretch of whitewater and invite us.
KNeal (Neal Fleenor)