From April 2003
7 or 8 years ago I remember flipping through a paddling magazine, and being captivated by an image (similar to the one on the left)in a advertisement. I remember being captivated by the image, thinking it the most spectacular whitewater I’d ever seen. At the time I probably assumed it was somewhere exotic. Chile, or Nepal, or something like that. It wasn’t until years later that I found out that stretch of whitewater was in Califonia.
A few weeks ago I had plans to meet Carlos, a paddler I’d “talked” with …