In any case, there's something about a approaching a big horizon line that is unlike anything else in paddling. I think the most intensely intimate connection with the creek that I have is when I'm a few strokes away from a big horizon. It's all-or-nothing packed into a couple of seconds max.
Big slides get to me worse than vertical falls ever do. I'll back down from a slide that, if it was vertical, I'd run it. Not sure why, but the fear gets to me looking at a shallow, steep slide worse than it does a waterfall. Possibly because I really like my teeth. Stories like this one (even if it's a bit exaggerated) are part of the reason I've portaged the eminently runnable Oceana on Tallulah R. every time I've been there: http://boatertalk.com/forum/BoaterTalk/1052248633/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

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