Thanks to masterful instruction from his uncle Bryon, he had the skill set needed to step it up. He'd seen the Piney from a raft and a tandem canoe, but tackling it solo in his Jib proved to be an epic day. The Piney at that level is quite a step up from his instruction days on the Dragover.
We had plenty of support: Jim Bob Lippo.....etc Mitchell and Stewart Noland in the Super Pumas, Marcel in a long red canoe, Steve Faubel in another red canoe, and Gordon in some 'yak or another. Gordo's daughter Katie was along to round it out.
We were doing fine until Surfing Rapid. Jay was having a blast.I decided to do the usual river right eddy-peel out thing. The eddy lines were pretty squirrely and Jay took a little dump in that big eddy. To his credit, cold and wet, he got back in his Jib, ready for the MOther. We decided to take the right side, eddy out, and take a look. I knew he was cold and probably tired, but he wouldn't admit it.
I told him to follow me (bad idea). My line was a little farther left than I'd planned and the current pushed him even farther left. Gordon was on the bank taking pictures, the rest had eddied out to watch. I turned around to shouts and saw Jay's boat upside down in the hole below the little Mother. He'd boofed it and got sucked back into the hole. He only weighs 70 pounds. He made a hasty wet exit and began a rather long swim. Someone made a rope throw that fell short. Ask Jay about that.
He finally caught up with Jim Bob's raft and they drifted past the Sisters into the pool. Jim was kind enough to pull Jay's boat aboard and give him a lift to the takeout.
Hot chocolate and beef jerky kept Jay going until we got to Long Pool. Dry clothes and more hot chocolate did the trick and he helped deflate the rafts. He slept till noon on Sunday.
Many thanks to Marcel, Stewart, Jim, Gordon, and Steve for making Jay feel welcome and encouraged. He's got a score to settle with the Piney, as many of us have had. I'm one proud dad.



