us we needed a quick day run to do before picking upJesse
the airport in Deer Lake. Google Earth allowed us to fix a typo in our
directions to Humber River Falls, and we were flying up the dirt roads
The trail wasn’t too obvious, but once on trail we
time down to the falls to see what it was all about. Judging the falls
Knapp photograph we deemed it a
straight forward left to right move to avoid a bit of a cave at the
bottom. Like most whitewater, the photo didn’t really do
justice to the hazard in the falls.
Initially it looked straightforward, but after some
pocket looked quite a bit worse than expected, and the left to right
move required key timing to avoid sliding off into the pocket.
Unanimously we decided that full boof would probably rear-ender the
paddler back in, and plugging to a sixty degree angle looked ideal.
myself would run it first. I felt like it went and wanted to get it
over, knowing I wouldn’t run it if I saw someone get stuck in
the pocket. We dismissed the entrance as a little class II drop and
headed up to our boats.
Going first I peeled out of the eddy and ferried across
entrance rapid, which suddenly appeared lot larger as I dropped over
the horizon line and dropped five feet into a later hole which flipped
me. Imagining myself running the falls upside down I rolled up at the
bottom of the entrance and scurried into an eddy on the right to
Somewhat collected I ferried across into the slide, which
lot faster than expected, and I hit the bottom still paddling instead
of tucked forward. The impact from the water reflected off the right
wall was hard, and instantly ripped the paddle out of my hands. Feeling
myself surfacing I was relieved to feel that I was past the pocket and
flushing downstream, and tried around ten rushed handrolls before
swimming up against a mellow wall downstream. Need to work on that one
Korbulic dropping into the falls
on the Humber River.
Chris followed with a similar line but nice tuck at the
deflected hard to the left at the bottom, the water pushing him into a
crack between two rocks. Adroitly dealing with the situation, Chris
managed to roll up with just a few bloody knuckles.
With two dubious lines ran, the rest of the group
feeling too hot about the falls, butDane
to go next, still undecided about the boof or plug. Dane also found the
entrance larger than expected, and after dealing with it he came out of
the right eddy, forgetting to make up his mind on the boof or plug. On
the last second of the ramp Dane opted for the boof, and skipped over
the pocket without even getting his face wet.
Jackson styling Humber River
Dane’s clean line, the
group was sold on the boof andNick
suite with no problems. Fingers crossed for rain, we went to pick up
and head up the Northern Peninsula.