driving south from theTorrent
River, we caught a glimpse of a
gigantic waterfall in Steady Brook, a ski mountain village only five
minutes north of our intended destination; Corner Brook.
Scouting the waterfall,Chris
I enjoyed the view and then wrote it off, and from the viewing platform
it looked pretty flat above the falls too.
cliché waterfall slow shutter
picture was mandatory.
in town, we checked the topographical map and sure enough there was
plenty of gradient above the falls, and with a light overnight rain we
headed back up to Steady Brook in the morning. Our access was great, we
followed the road all the way up to the inlet for the town water supply
and put in below it. Right
off the bat this river felt like home to me, kind of small, a bit
manky and steep.
With steep gradient and blind corners, we had already
times before arriving at a decent sized slide. I got a quick verbal of
“down the left channel, enter just to the left of the
rock” followed by “it’s manky, just keep
it upright and pointed downstream”. I came in the right spot
and kept it downstream, but ¾ of the way down pitoned
something and came all the way over the handle bars onto my face and
chest. I distinctly remember thinking “I’m so glad
I have a full face and body armor on”. It paid off on this
one, I rolled up before the bottom and was ok, didn’t really
even take a hit.
running the mank slide on Steady
Nick went next and had no problems, skipping down the mank with ease.
Chris lined up and his bow got pushed a bit left in the entrance,
causing his boat to catch on the shallow rocks and tip him downstream.
To our surprise he stopped upside down, in a low
slide pin, but
using just his knuckles he pushed his way upright and out of the pin.
with a good attitude towards
the most torn up knuckles
I’ve ever seen.
We regrouped at the bottom of the slide and Ben
due to some
equipment issues, and Nick, Chris and I debated hiking out but opted to
push down for this “quality first descent”.Surprisingly
enough the run
started to clean up, and we ran some fun
rapids and boofs before the next major horizon line.
Then all the sudden we were at a markedly larger horizon
scouted down the right and then began to debate our options. The drop
was nothing too huge, a thirty foot waterfall, but it had a tricky lead
in, with at the lip move and questionable depth landing. We discussed
options of portaging, which looked bad, hiking out, which looked ok,
and splitting up. After the slide incident we understood why Chris just
wasn’t feeling it, and Nick's back was sore from theLeg
Beautiful rock really set this falls off, and I had a special feeling
about it. However I really wanted someone else to go first because the
photograph from above would have been epic.
We decided that I would probe and see how it went, if it
was a soft hit
Nick would follow and Chris would take video and then hike out on the
left. It was exceptionally cold out, just a few degrees above freezing,
so I did a bunch of jumping jacks and arm swinging to get my blood
flowing again, knowing I would have to paddle a bit for this one.
The entry was a two foot boof landing on the lip of a
sticky pour over
hole, then the water slalomed from wall to wall and slid moving to the
right off the waterfall, which had a shelf on the right. The key would
be not getting stuck in the first hole, and then making a late right to
left move at the lip of the falls, straightening out just at the last
All fired up and ready to go I eddied out above, signaled
to the team
and peeled out. Boofing the first hole, and melting into the second
hole, I wasn’t surprised to have to power through the
backwash into the slalom, which went by quicker than I expected. As the
lip approached I drove to the left, and at the last second took a bit
left stroke to straighten out and tuck, melting at the bottom.
Resurfacing upright I was thankful that my line had worked out as well
as I had imagined.
Troutman gets left on the
I quickly scouted around the blind corner that was
downstream, and saw
a large eddy. Nick and I paddled around the corner, and sure enough, we
were at the take-out! The horizon line of Steady Brook Falls was just
gigantic, so we had to get a picture of it. The house by
Nick’s leg is all the way on the other side of the Humber
Grateful to have another fun run in the books, we headed
Brook to find a coffee shop, warm up and check the weather.