Gauley

I sat at the foot of a 400 foot man-made wall of rock and gravel, over which vehicle after vehicle crossed carrying paddlers and their crafts to the legendary Gauley River. On a typical day, the dam holds back billions of gallons of water, but on this day, the dam was releasing 2800 cubic feet of it every second into the Gauley River, creating a playground and rendezvous of whitewater boaters for the Mid-Atlantic. I sealed myself into my plastic boat, took a big gulp to relieve the butterflies, and pushed off the boulder on which I had been sitting, splashing into the current. I was on my way.

In the Gauley River, West Virginia has one of the world’s most sought after adrenaline rushes. Whitewater rafting enthusiasts know it as the big one; the Everest of big water east of the Rockies. In 2000, my brother-in-law recruited some of my closest friends to accompany me in a raft down the Upper section of the Gauley during a dam release weekend. So, aside from my own memory deficiencies, I knew what I was getting into when I decided that I'd run it this September.

On that raft trip, our arrival took place in the days when water came rushing horizontally out of two 20-foot diameter tubes that are about 30 feet above the river level. The Summersville Lake Dam engineers have since reconfigured the releases to bubble up from a place deep beneath the Gauley River at the base of the dam. It’s too bad, because seeing the violent rush of water just above the put-in for the Upper Gauley was poetic. Imagine the rush of an opened fire hydrant from the perspective of an insect.

Several people drown on the Gauley River every year during the 6-week season of dam releases, creating a sense of danger at the put-in. Some are rafters and many are kayakers, a stark difference between the Gauley and other commercially rafted sections of whitewater, where disproportionately few “hardboaters” pay the ultimate price. I found out for myself why the Gauley is very much an anomaly of whitewater this year by taking the thrill ride once again, this time under my own power as a hardboater. I made a last minute switch of guides from my good friend, Buck (sorry, Buck!), who was gallantly leading 6 new Gauley paddlers, to Chrissy and Chara (thanks, ladies!), who were not leading any new Gauley paddlers. Not to mention, Chara has navigated the Gauely for decades in every type of craft as high as flood stage. I knew I was in good hands.

The scene at the put-in is an interesting mix of anticipation, butterfly-provoking intimidation, solemn preparation, and celebration. The location is within driving distance of the Southeast, Northeast, and points in the Midwest. The release schedule is well-publicized. There are hundreds of options for camping. Add beautiful, unseasonably warm fall weather, and the convergence of rafters and kayakers is astounding. Everybody is there.

Personally, I was aware of the dangers. Don’t surf the wave on the right at the top of Initiation; there is a deadly sieve below it that has killed. Avoid the eddy dubbed the Room of Doom at Pillow Rock rapid. It won’t kill you, but it will hold you and violently toss you about through ten-foot swells in a 4 x 6 rock-walled space for a long time, sometimes necessitating extraction by throw rope. Avoid swimming through Lost Paddle or Iron Ring. Don’t go too far left at Sweet’s Falls or you might hit Dildo Rock at about 35 mph. If you do, you are certain to break something when you hit. And then, there are the rafts. I was privy to an event involving my friend Joshua at Pillow Rock, whereupon he entered the Room of Doom, was tossed for a generous five seconds, and exited the room just as 2500 pounds of rubber and helmeted, neoprened bodies approached. In a flash, he was under the raft and from below the rapid in the calm water, I was able to watch as the raft reared up after hitting holes to expose him and his boat for a quick second before crashing down on him again. It was like watching a monster chew its food. I will admit I laughed.

As much as I knew the dangers associated with these rapids along with memorized photos and videos of them (thank God for the Internet), nerves are on constant alert because until one really learns the river well, it is not clear when one of these rapids are around the next bend in the river and there are dozens of class 2 – 4 rapids and hydraulics separating them.

It is what lies outside the main current that makes this river so dangerous yet so nonchalantly boated by so many. With around 3000 cfs of water coming down the canyon, the main channel of navigation is often a stretch of beefy, chaotic whitewater consisting of large hydraulics. But, aside from lots of bouncing around, perhaps an uncomfortable five-second ride in a hole, and house-sized boulders that can be seen from a dozen yards away, running the river requires a bit less control than most. There is just so much water pushing you downstream, that unless something outside of the proximal realm of possibility happens, you'll end up downstream. And, there are long, flat pools of slowly moving water peppered between the rapids. What makes it dangerous is beside the main channel of water. On the sides of the river are urban house-sized boulders with urban neighborhood-sized slots between them. And, under many of them are urban porch-sized spaces. Deep within the Gauley River National Recreation Area, it's as if you're paddling down an urban lane of rock. And, many paddlers like to go between the house-sized rocks to make things interesting. Sometimes, as in the case with this year's drowning on the Upper Gauley, they don't come out until the dam holds back the water once again, making recovery possible.

I did it. I braved and survived the Gauley. I paddled 78 river miles (a hat trick Gauley Marathon!) over roughly 20 hours in three days, flipping only a few times in those typical first-timer places; a sticky eddy line at the Iron Curtain, halfway through Iron Ring in Woodstock Hole. I even got cocky enough to blast through Hell Hole, a monster hydraulic in a rapid called Pure Screaming Hell. The overall weekend was a huge personal success and provided me with three new feathers for my whitewater cap.

Once again, the anxiety and intensity prevented me from thinking of using my camera, but I have found a crazy video that puts into perspective the power of the Gauley River. If you're thinking of rafting the Gauley, I'd say don't click here, and definitely don't look for "Four Seasons on the Gauley."

Git 'r dun.