Alternate title: Why eyepaddle will never paddle class V.
"As I pulled over the lip with the utterly necessary but conspicuously absent boof stroke NOT planted, I thought: "Man this could really suck!" What I didn't realize was that I had ridden up on the deceptive curler on the face of the falls, and there was nothing but air under my paddle. I put a right stroke in anyway and pulled, but that only succeeded in changing my boat angle for the worse."
"I landed slightly over-rotated with my torso fully extended, full-on 1980's Burning-man style. I took a huge hit and everything went black. My paddle was nearly ripped from my hands, I barely managed to hold onto it with my right hand as the huge, violent boils started pounding me.
I regained my paddle and briefly thought my skirt had blown, but it hadn't. I set for a roll and felt my head bounce off a few rocks, "Sweet, I'm against a wall, although hopefully not the river-right wall." I reached out and grabbed the rocks, rolled off of them only to find out that Spirit was IN MY FACE. I was behind the falls.. the absolute worst-case scenario.
I back-paddled like mad to distance myself from the falls as I can only imagine what paddling straight into the awe-inspiring destructive power of this falls would do to a person..
Getting run over by a truck comes to mind."...
Here's the rest of the story--I think I have a new hero.
http://oregonkayaking.net/tales/one_stroke/one_stroke.html