So, I think it no exaggeration to say that this past weekend was quite possibly the most kayak related fun I have EVER had. Not only did I get to run one of the best rivers on the East Coast, attend the largest river festival in the world, and see beautiful West Virginia scenery. I was also introduced to one of the strangest and most amusing Youtube videos I have ever seen. Let’s start from the beginning.
So, Thursday night rolls around and I’ve all but given up on a ride to Gauley Fest due to a HIGHLY unfortunate comedy of errors: A local I met on Paddle Prattle offered a ride, and I accepted. Then my buddy Casey Beall called to say he, his brother Thomas, Jeff Gette, and Martin Greenberg were headed to the Fest and could probably give me a ride. I haven’t seen most of these guys in a year and a half, since Junior Olympics in Wisconsin, so I emailed my Paddle Prattle ride and told him I had a ride. Whoops, I spoke too soon. Turned out Casey didn’t have room. I emailed my Paddle Prattle ride and begged to be taken back. Unfortunately, he didn’t check his email in time. I got in touch with Jordan “J-Poff” Poffenbereger, a local C1 paddler and member of the National Freestyle Team, to see if I could catch a ride with him. No dice, he was going up with his buddy Dylan Evans and I wasn’t able to get in touch with Dylan. So, Thursday night ended with my dad saying he would post for a ride on Paddle Prattle one more time in the morning and text me if anything worked out. I was pretty sure my dreams for Gauley Fest 09 were slipping away before my sleepy eyes. Still, I packed my gear and clothes and did some last minute outfitting on my Mafia.
Salvation came the next day in the form of a text message from my dad while I was stuck in math class: “You set with ride and guide. Paul puckett. friend of n{athan} sass. I will drop you his place alexandria 5pm. Take bus home.” I was elated and spent the rest of the day restless, wondering who Paul Puckett was and what it would be like to spend a weekend with him. I was little surprised when I knocked on the door of the address he had given my dad and was greeted by a heavy older man dressed in work clothes.
“Hi, are you Paul?”
“Yes…”
“I’m Liam. I’ve got my gear all ready to go.”
DOH! After a few seconds of confused faces and hurried explanations, I learned that this was Paul Puckett the Older, and it was his son who would be arriving any second to sweep me off to West Virginia.
I was little cautious when I met Paul Puckett the Younger. He packed quickly and tersely, not making much conversation and chiding me for leaving a strap messy when we loaded my boat on his Audi. He must have read my face, because he was quick to give me an assessment of himself. “I’m pretty happy go lucky about most things. I just like to be neat.” Once the car ride got underway (Paul and his girlfriend in the front seat, me lounging in the back) things warmed up. We talked about rivers, (the Gauley in particular), cameras, hummus; you know, all the regular river/gear related boater-talk.
We got to the campgrounds and set up at about 1am. I met up with Casey Beall and the rest of the crew, hung out for a little while. Also ran into Dylan Evans, Jordan Poffenberger and Dane Jackson roaming the grounds. I was excited for the Lower the next day,but slept like a log when I hit the sleeping bag.
Wow. That was the first thought in my mind as we put on the Gauley the next day. Even though I knew it would be fun and not too challenging, I was amazed to be on the river I’d heard so much about for 5 long years. All I can say is that the Lower is big waves, big holes, big fun. Diagonal Ledges is officially my favorite wave ever. The second I got on it I started wishing I had a slalom boat or a playboat, but I was able to get some spins in my Mafia (which handled bea-uti-fully!), and nailed the style points with a paddle twirl followed by a spin followed by an elegant bow as I narrowly avoided a raft and washed off the wave. Paul was an awesome guide. His girlfriend was in a raft with a friend of Paul’s for the trip down, so we would wait for them every once in a while, giving me a chance to stretch my legs, thank GOD! At the end of the day I was stiff, sore, and more excited than ever to get on the real deal: the UG.
But first there was Saturday night! After amazing pizzas at “Pies and Pints”, quite possibly the ONLY good restaurant in that area, we headed back to the Fest grounds. The live music was loud, the gear giveaways were in full swing, and the inebriated folk were numerous, but friendly. I ended up spending about 4 hours hanging out with the previously mentioned slalom crowd, with the additions of some ASCI raft guides and Olympian Ricky Powell. Among the many sights we saw, these stick out in my mind: an intensely mullet-headed man in pajama pants using a stretchy stringy rubber hand to smack people; a tent on top of a 30 foot high pavilion; a man wearing only a pizza apron serving the folks at the pizza oven tent; 4 guys having a “somersault race” across the open vendor area; some crazy painted squirt boats; and to top it all off, two 6′3″, 250 pounds guys going at it with big stuffed boxing gloves. Again, I crashed hard, excited for the Upper the next day, and glad that my tent had remained free of spilled beer. PART 2 IN THE NEXT POST!
(Starting the Wednesday and going through Saturday, I will be competing at the United States National Whitewater Center in a World Cup International Ranking race. Might set up a page for short updates, we shall see…check back soon!)
SYOTR,
Liam








