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Peeling out is a river skill that all whitewater boaters practice every day they spend on moving water. From leaving the put-in eddy to navigating down the river, being able to enter and exit eddies gracefully is essential. Even advanced paddlers take pleasure in a smooth peel out into fast-moving current and feeling the rush of acceleration to the river’s speed.
Knowing how to catch an eddy while boating is as fundamental a skill as knowing how to check your speed while skiing. It allows you to control your descent through whitewater, regroup with your buddies, pause to pick out your line, or simply take a break.
“Without having the wilderness so accessible, there would be a lot of vets — I know for a fact — that wouldn’t be here but still are,” says Eric Guzman in Serene & Surreal: Healing Waters of the Congaree Wilderness, a new film from the America’s Wilderness series. Guzman, who served as a machine gunner […]
The favorite thing in my paddling kit has to be my Kokatat SunCore Long Sleeve shirt. I wore this paddling shirt on my Missouri-Mississippi descent in 2012 for 117 days and on the Volga for 71 days straight. It works so bloody well that I never take it off when paddling.
The spicy aroma of spar varnish on a cedar canvas canoe pervades my days. On the river it wafts from the hull. The tang grows more pungent when I flip the canoe overhead to portage, and even when the canoe is put away for the night the scent lingers in the campsite.
When you go to buy a life jacket, you’ll hear a lot about pounds of flotation and Coast Guard safety ratings. But here’s what you really need to know: If it doesn’t fit, it won’t work. That’s reason enough to love the latest generation of comfortable, form-fitting PFDs.
Listen, I’ve paid my dues. For years, I shouldered 70 pounds of Royalex and trotted down the trail, only to turn right around and fetch my packs. Now I leave the hard work to somebody with more to prove. Because hoisting a canoe overhead isn’t the lark it once was, and now I don’t have to.
The last thing I did before I left Maine was cash in a half-used gift card at the L.L.Bean outlet store. I was headed to the Yukon later that week and I needed a jacket. For $19, I walked away with a sharp crimson scrap of ripstop—hood, front-zip, pockets. Seven years later, it’s faded to a rusty peach and sports a mess of sutures on the shoulder seam and sleeves.