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Southern Canoeist
                         Newsletter of the Derwent Canoe Club

                                      July 2010

PO Box 25a, Hobart, TAS 7000                      
                                                                       Southern Canoeist – July 2010


Editor’s hello _____________________________________________________________________ 4

Office bearers ____________________________________________________________________ 4

Commodore’s report ______________________________________________________________ 5

2009 Wildwater World Cup – Tassie shows off!__________________________________________ 6

2010 Wildwater World Cup – The rain in Spain __________________________________________ 8

Crossing the Crossing ______________________________________________________________ 11

California - Swarz style _____________________________________________________________ 14

A devil of a time __________________________________________________________________ 20

Thanks for the memories Leon _______________________________________________________ 22

Junior update ____________________________________________________________________ 24

The undiscovered King _____________________________________________________________ 25

Blast from the past – Ouse first descent _______________________________________________ 28

Classifieds _______________________________________________________________________ 28

Teva Lea race – Happy birthday! _____________________________________________________ 29

2010 events calendar ______________________________________________________________ 30

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                                      Editor’s Hello
Hey folks,

I have been hanging for a rainy weekend to legitimately spend in front of the computer, writing up the next
edition of Southern Canoeist.

Unlike last winter, it hasn’t happened.

Hence a bit of a delay since the last one – sorry bout that!

Following is a bumper issue that gives you the news on the
latest and greatest paddling adventures in the last few months
(and then some). A huge thanks to all contributors that take
the time to write up and submit their articles and photos – this
makes the Southern Canoeist a treat to put together.

Cheers and see you out there,

Shazza (aka Sharon)

                         Office Bearers 2009/10
Commodore                        Grant Munting  

Vice Commodore                   Justin Boocock 

Secretary                        Andrew Buckley 

Treasurer                        Phil Watkins   

Newsletter Editor                Sharon Campbell

Events Co-ordinator              Leigh Wighton  

Social Secretary                 John Boro      

Property Manager                 Tim Wherrett   

Junior Development               Peter Eckhardt 

Canoe Polo Co-ordinator          Dan Firth      

 Thanks to all contributors for this edition: Grant, John Boro, Stewie, Sharyn Jones (the other Shazza),
            Mullet, Swarz, Peter E, Snags, Thorpie, Leigh and thanks to Phil W for printing.

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                          Commodore’s Report

It seems like only yesterday that I showed up for a free feed, and ended up with the role of DCC head
honcho. Fortunately the year has gone by pretty smoothly with different parts of the club running
themselves, giving me more time to indulge in my new passion, Nerd Boating. Nerd Boating is
generally an activity reserved for Friday afternoons, it involves looking at every available website,
weather forecast and whatever other data historical or current that you can get your hands on and
then using it to work out where to go paddling at the weekend. If you are really lucky you might know
someone who works for the Hydro and can give you more information than you can poke a stick at.
Of course, there's generally some piece of important info you've missed and by Saturday morning its
poured and you decide to go paddle something else.

Back to the club side of things though, the past year has seen the club move into a new area, ocean
paddling, which by all reports is going from strength to strength. Our junior slalom paddlers have had
good success both here and overseas, hopefully the recent purchase of a plastic slalom boat will
allow a few more people to get into the sport.

Anyway that's about enough from me, I've got a house to finish moving out of and stuff to sort out
for a year overseas, plus the fact I am writing this on my phone via Facebook because my laptop is
playing up.

Have fun and be safe, see you in a year's time.


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     2009 World Cup – Tasmania Shows Off!
Words: John Borojevic and Andrea McQuitty, 09 World Cup Organising Committee Co-Chairs
Photos: Shazza

In May 2008, the ICF announced that the Tasmanian bid to host the 2009 ICF Wildwater Racing World
Cup was successful, beating bids from Spain and the Czech Republic. In October and November 2009,
after more than 2 years of planning, Canoe Tasmania hosted what was known as the “Hydro
Tasmania Wildwater World Cup 2009”. The event we conducted can be regarded as a great success.

                  Dave Gray and Sean Wilson – Men’s C2 (demonstrating that breathing is an essential part of wild water racing)

The Wildwater World Cup had only been run outside of Europe twice before, and 2009 was the first
time it had been run in Australia. This event was a unique opportunity to showcase and promote the
sport in Australia and to contribute to the development of Wildwater Canoeing nationally and

                                                   It was also an opportunity to demonstrate the capability of
                                                   Canoe Tasmania to conduct a major international sporting
                                                   competition, to showcase Tasmania’s world class wildwater
                                                   competition venues, and to give Australia’s world class athletes
                                                   an opportunity to demonstrate their skills on their home rivers.

              Matt Dalziel – Men’s K1 The event was a great sporting success with 72 competitors
from 15 countries competing, making it the largest World Cup to have been run outside of Europe to
date. And the weather was fantastic – and they all loved the four race courses – with Brady’s and the
Ouse being the highlights. Brady’s proved itself as one of the top two or three rapid sprint courses in
the world.

The event was a resounding media success with
extensive media coverage in all Tasmanian newspapers;
on local radio; on local and national ABC television, radio
and sports; on WIN, Southern Cross and SBS TV networks
news and sports; on Fox Sports and Sky Channel; and on
ABC on-line news and sports and Yahoo7 on-line; as well
                                                                                                       Dan Hall – Men’s K1

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                                                  as in a range specialist tourism and sports magazines.

                                                 The website,,
                                                 was updated daily with event video, photographs,
                                                 media releases, start lists and race results. It achieved a
                                                 high hit rate with over 75,000 page displays between
                                                 late October and early November 2009 alone and lots
                                                 of compliments were received about its well thought
              Carol Hurst – Women’s K1           out design and content.

Eleven Tasmanians were selected into the Australian
Wildwater Team to compete in the World Cup,
providing a unique opportunity for our World-class
paddlers to compete on home courses and enjoy a level
of support from family, friends and the community that
they have never had the chance to experience before.

As we had hoped, team members achieved their best
ever results. Highlights included: Silver and Bronze to
Dan Hall in K1; Bronze for Dave Gray and Sean Wilson                  Ben Maynard – Men’s K1

in C2, a host of personal bests and top ten placegetters
and Andrea McQuitty’s return from retirement to get sixth place in the Brady’s Rapid Sprint.

Financially the event was a huge risk. Careful budgeting could still not eliminate various cost
increases, sponsorship shortfalls, and a surprising shortfall in gate-takings at the World Cup final at
Cataract Gorge. Nonetheless, we appear (to our relief) to have returned a small surplus (mainly from
bank interest), maintaining our record of running profitable events to support canoeing in Tasmania.

About 70 volunteers contributed to the event – some giving months of time before hand, some
helping out for all races, and others who could only help at one race. The array of jobs that needed
doing was mind-boggling (and spreadsheet clogging).

But all the volunteer effort was essential, highly valued, and professionally delivered. I had lots of
small conversations with teams that went something like:

                                         “This (insert timing/safety/rescue/other team or job here ) –
                                         they are professionals? ”
                                          “No – they are all unpaid volunteers – but they are highly
                                          “Fantastic...fantastic... we could never get that in Europe....”

                                         I don’t think anyone can thank all the volunteers enough for
                                         making it possible – it was a fantastic effort. So thanks again to
         Stew Bennett – Men’s K1
                                         everyone who helped make it the event an incredible success.

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           2010 World Cup – The Rain in Spain
Words: Stew Bennett

On May 1st I left Australia, bound for Spain for the final and more specific stages of my training and
preparation ahead of the 2010 Wild Water World Championships. I landed in Barcelona and met my brother
Scott and his girlfriend Julia who are currently living in Barcelona. After a quick visit to their house, shower
and some breakfast we then drove to the town of Sort, a mountain town in the Spanish Pyrenees. Here I
stayed in a Canoe and Kayak School and Hostel for two weeks of training on the Noguera Pallaresa River, the
venue for the 2010 World Wild Water Championships.

During this time I was fortunate enough to train with the British, Irish, Dutch, German and Austrian teams,
along with my Australian team mates. All of these folks (and more) were also staying at the same hostel as us.
After my first week there, Ben returned to Sort, and the canoe hostel after staying there earlier in April before
heading to Austria for a few weeks. It was great to have some familiar company and an Aussie to chat to
again. We were very fortunate to be able to train on such an amazing course with so many great paddlers
from all over the place. For me it was an enormous learning experience too.

Ben and I then travelled to Austria via France and then Italy to spend a few days in Graz, where we continued
our training, before journeying East to Slovenia. We spent a week in the beautiful Soca Valley, training on the
Soca River. For Ben, this was an opportunity to gain some valuable time on the course that would be later
used for World Cup Race 1 and World Cup Race 2 in the week following the World Championships in Spain.
For me it was an opportunity to learn a new course, spend some time on technical white water and also gain
some race practice and experience in the Soca International Wild Water Race. For a variety of reasons, this
event was not held on the more challenging section used for World Cup events, and was moved to a gorge
downstream. I competed in the Soca International, finishing 1st in the Wild Water Classic Event and 9th in the
Rapid Sprint Event. Ben competed in the Rapid Sprint event too and finished a respectable 5th.

We then spent another week in Graz, Austria; grinding out the training sessions on the Mur River once again.
This final week in Graz also provided a good opportunity to experience the city and spend some leisurely time
between training sessions appreciating the social and cultural aspects of Graz. The ‘Gosser Beer House’
became a favourite establishment where the beer was enjoyed in moderation (athletes remember) and the
traditional Austrian food enjoyed in excess (athletes remember).

We arrived back in Sort, Spain on June 3rd, 5 days
before the first race of the World Championship
program which coincidently was also my 26th
birthday. When we arrived back in Sort, we were
greeted by the remainder of the Aussies
including team members Matt Dalziel, Mathew
French, Dan Hall, Susie Wharton and Andrea
                                                          Dan, Stew, Ben – Teams Sprint race (Photo: Pierre Mahé)
McQuitty. We were also joined by our cheer
squad /entourage including the whole Bennett family, complete with Dad’s two sisters and their partners,
Alayne Bonney who just happened to be passing by at the time and the Wharton family too. In charge of the
Australian team and support network was Rosalie Maynard who had bravely accepted the position of Team
Manager, consequently earning the title ‘Lady Maynard’. Rosalie did an amazing job keeping us all organised.
For the team, the days before the Championships were a time for resting, fine tuning the last details of our

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preparation and keeping in touch on the lines on the river, which seemed to run at a different water level each

The World Championships kicked off with the men’s individual Classic race, the event I was most focused on.
This was a great day for the Men’s team with Matt Dalziel 17th, myself 18th, Ben Maynard 20th and Mathew
French 23rd. To have the whole team place within the top 25 was an outstanding effort for the four of us and a
testament to the assistance and coaching we’d all receive from Andrea. I believe this performance from the
team was the most successful from an Australian Wild Water team. The women’s individual classic held the
next day was perhaps some of the most spectacular racing I have every watched. The river was rising rapidly
and was very high for the women’s race. All who competed were very brave and Susie Wharton did an
exceptional job placing 19th in the women’s K1.

The river continued to rise; flood actually and so all competition was postponed until the weekend, eventually
leaving us restlessly waiting for three days to resume competition. This meant that on Saturday June 12th, the
Team Rapid Sprint, Masters Classic and Team Classic races were all held on that day on a new section of river
due to the flooded course, and the individual Rapid Sprint would take place on Sunday. Big weekend!

                                                                   Saturday was a fantastic day on the water for the
                                                                   Aussies, Tasmanian’s and DCC members. First up,
                                                                   Dan, Ben and I ripped out a cracker of a 1st run in
                                                                   the Team Sprint finding ourselves in 4th place,
                                                                   only 0.57 seconds behind the leader. Our second
                                                                   run was OK, but we slipped back to 5th overall.
                                                                   Still, a very pleasing and exciting result for us.
                                                                   Then it was the masters turn to shine with Matt
                                                                   winning his age group and Andrea finishing the
                                                                   2nd fastest woman overall. The team’s Classic
                                                                   Race was the final event of the day and Matt, Ben
      Stew, Matt, Ben – Teams Classic race (Photo: Andrew Bennett) and I had fantastic run, and produced another
very satisfying 5 place. All that beating our heads together on the Browns over summer meant we knew each
other pretty well and so when it came to racing together, we were a very tight unit. Such good fun to paddle
so well with those guys.

The Sunday was a day of mixed fortunes for us in the Individual Rapid Sprint. Andrea and Susie were very
good in the women’s K1 event finishing 26th and 23rd respectively. After the 1st
run of the Men’s K1, Dan’s boat weighed underweight (despite being slightly
overweight at pre race boat control) and he was not allowed to continue in the
competition. This didn’t seem to make sense (as his boat was wet and should
have been heavier) and we would assume that an error or inconsistency with the
scales was the reason for this complication. It was very unfortunate and as
always, Dan was flying and would have finished very well. Ben, Matt and I gave
everything we had left in our Sprint runs, all having good runs but all feeling very
tired from the hectic day of competition the day before. Ben was the highlight of
the sprint team with a very impressive 22nd showing his consistency and ability
across both disciplines (20th in classic, 22nd in the sprint).                            Stew, Matt, Ben
                                                                                               Teams Classic race
                                                                                              (Photo: Richard Fox)
So, this was Ben’s “Last Time” as he announced regularly prior to the trip. We will

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see about that, the Browns series just wouldn’t be the same. Matt, 12 years after finishing 14th at Garmisch
and elevating himself into Wild Water superhero status, proved himself immortal at Sort and produced some
amazing results, showing his younger team mates the value of experience. For Dan, disappointing and very
unfortunate circumstances. I was completely satisfied and totally excited with my performances throughout
the World Championships and felt that I had given everything I could have possibly given and my best had
been done.

Great trip. I am chomping at the bit to return in 2012.

My personal World Championship results summary:

            ~    World Championship – Wild Water Individual Classic = 18th Place
            ~    World Championship – Team Rapid Sprint = 5th Place
            ~    World Championship – Wild Water Team Classic = 5th Place
            ~    World Championship – Individual Rapid Sprint = 40th Place

                 Tasmania Police Search and Rescue in partnership with the State
                                Emergency Service invite you to a

                           SAR Awareness Weekend
Tasmania Police and the State Emergency Service are actively looking for skilled outdoor people and
  organisations who are willing to volunteer their services during Search and Rescue Operations.

Saturday 25 and Sunday 26 September 2010


         The Lea, Southern Outlet, Kingston

  The weekend will consist of theoretical and practical instruction in basic Search and
   Rescue skills. To register or discover more contact your club SAR liaison officer or

                               Tasmania Police Search and Rescue on

                                              (03) 6230 2454

                                                   or email


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                           Crossing the Crossing
Words & pics: Adam Marmion & Kris Clauson

It had been a project at the back of my mind for some time to paddle the Crossing and Davey Rivers. Located
between Lake Pedder and Port Davey, its one of the more remote rivers in Tassie, and the largest completely
undammed river system in the state. Due to the logistics of getting out of Port Davey where the trip ends, and
the thought of the 25km walk in, these rivers don’t get paddled too frequently. Andy Townsend’s photos from
his trip last year made it look like a worthwhile venture, so I began the task of getting organised. Finding
willing accomplices proved difficult; initially there were a few people interested but in the end nearly everyone
pulled out, giving a variety of excuses ranging from work commitments to baby making tours of New Zealand.
This left Kris and I, with some assistance from my old man, who helped carry some gear on the walk in.

While packing I’d scrounged every light weight item of gear I could lay
my hands on and to the amusement of my wife I’d even chopped down
the tooth brush and decided to take an old paddle (coz it was more
worn down and therefore lighter!) The forecast looked like fine
weather, so at the car park I also left my coat behind. Despite this
minimalist approach, the giant red backpack (aka Wavesport Habitat)
still felt alarmingly heavy and uncomfortable. This only got worse as the
walk in continued. By midday we had made good progress arriving at
the junction of the Western Arthurs track. At this point Pete headed
home, after generously carting in a good amount of our gear. The boats
were fully loaded for the first time and it was only with assistance that
we were able to get to our feet. The day got steadily hotter and the
painful areas on our backs, feet and shoulders increased, until no
amount of adjustment made any difference. Toward the end of the day I had resorted to alternating between
carrying and dragging, with the only comfort that up ahead Kris remained in sight. Eventually we arrived at the
Crossing River campsite and so ended the first day’s toil.

Day two commenced in a bad way – hauling the boats another 5km or so further down the track to the put in.
We dragged in over the final knoll and dropped into the river on a shingle beach where the walking boots were
gleefully jammed as far up the end of the boat as possible.

                                   After 40 minutes of paddling, and experiencing the sheer joy of moving
                                   without walking, the river took a sharp right hand bend between two
                                   mountains and descended into the first gorge. This gorge comprised of
                                   several creeky grade three rapids and two portages, the second of which
                                   was unconventional and spectacular. We paddled down to a massive
                                   boulder fallen across the entire river and after a quick look the most
                                   obvious passage was under the stone. Portaging was reasonably straight
                                   forward but at high water this rapid would be perilous. From here the
                                   river again levelled out with numerous grade two rapids until the second
                                   gorge. The second gorge is flanked on river left by an enormous cliff of
                                   twisted, striated rock, an amazing geological feature. The only rapid of any
                                   significance was at the base of this cliff and required the longest portage of

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                                             the trip. The entire river flowed under several large boulders
                                             making it unrunnable, and the river right bank consisted of a
                                             blank wall of smooth rock set at about 75 degrees. After this, the
                                             river again opened out and the low water level became apparent.
                                             Most rapids became a scrape over and around the many exposed
                                             rocks. Gradually the flat pools became longer, the scraping less
                                             frequent and we arrived at the Crossing-Davey confluence. This
                                             had been mentioned as an option for a camp but on arrival it
                                             looked fairly uninviting. The campsite was a quartz shingle beach,
barely higher than the current water level and surrounded by thick scrub. The clouds were gathering overhead
making a midnight evacuation look like a possibility if we remained here. We decided to continue on to the
Hydro hut another two hours down river, arriving just on dark. The hut was built in the 1960’s at the height of
the Hydro dam period as a measuring station, which still functions today. It has been left in original condition,
complete with 1963 nudie calendar.

Day three brought light rain but was
insufficient to raise the river level. We were
greeted by a kingfisher as we set off. Four
or five minor rapids later we arrived at the
Davey River Gorge. This is in flat water and
can be reached by tinnie from the ocean but
is none the less fantastic scenery.

There followed a cruise down the estuary to Settlement Point, where most other trips have sensibly pre-
arranged a boat pickup. I had neglected to do this, my best option being a pickup from Bramble Cove which
requires about a 15km paddle in the open ocean across the mouth of Port Davey. This didn’t seem like very
far studying the maps at home, but in a C1 creek boat with a 15-20 knot westerly crosswind and 4 metre swell
it made for some slow going. I was heartened by the knowledge that the Par Avion pilots had dropped in some
well earned cans of beer for us. They had even stashed them in the creek so they were cold and ready for
consumption, except that Kris doesn’t drink. I graciously offered to enjoy them on his behalf.

The Bramble Cove pick up was tentative at best so we set off under our own steam in glassy conditions to
cover the remaining distance to the airstrip at Melaleuca. This is a superb waterway, although not so suited to
short plastic creek boats. On arriving at the air strip all planes for the day were full, which allowed us a night
                                                                            camped in the birthplace of all known
                                                                            flying, biting insects. An early refreshing
                                                                            swim followed by a cuppa with a couple
                                                                            of the local residents rounded out the
                                                                            final morning. The first plane of the day
                                                                            was able to stealthily load on all our
                                                                            gear and drop us back to Hobart within
                                                                            the hour.

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                          California – Swarz Style
Words : Swarz (of course); Pics: Various others

Many of you would have met Lora and Tim, a couple from America who were working in Tasmania for about
two years and returned there last year. They have been immortalised in Lea race videos as the 'superhero'

Whilst they were here, Lora was working on a post-doctorate project in rainforests and Tim, in his own words,
was a stay at home Dad with no kids! Consequently, they both managed to do a significant amount of river
paddling, especially Tim who managed to get down most of Tassie’s more serious creeks including a very high
Leven Canyon and ended up with a picture in Kayak Session magazine. Lora used to complain whenever she
was out of the state working, that’s when it would rain!

Since they returned to the US, they have had a baby girl, Ruby, who was born just before Christmas and is now
just about to tear their house apart as she is now very mobile.

Anyway, whilst they were here, they were very keen for some of their Tasmanian paddling friends to pop over
to the west coast of the US and check out the rivers of California so Jaxx and I decided to take them up on this
offer. My holidays happened to coincide nicely with the creeking season in the Sierra Nevada mountains in
Northern California so a mission was planned.

So after a very long plane flight, a wait in LAX and another flight to Sacramento, we were met by Tim at the
airport. A quick drive into the city and we were introduced to Lora’s granny “G’ma” where Tim was living and
we would be staying. Lora and Ruby had moved to Reno, 2 hours away where she had started a new position
at the Uni of Nevada, Reno.

So after one day of getting over jetlag, we were in the car driving toward Yosemite National Park to meet up
with Lora and Ruby who were heading across from Reno with Josh and Jan, two of their friends from Salt Lake
City and my new boat which I had bought from Tanya Faux who had been living in Reno.

                                                                           After a nerve wracking night’s sleep
                                                                           in bear country, we drove to South
                                                                           Silver Creek which was another
                                                                           hour or so down the road. South
                                                                           Silver flows through an impressive
                                                                           gorge with slides, tea cup drops and
                                                                           some beautiful pine forest.

                                                                           Jaxx and Jan babysat Ruby as the
                                                                           rest of us ran the river, walking back
                                                                           up several of the slides to run them
                                                                           again. It was like a great big natural
                                                                           waterpark and free!!

                                                                           That evening we camped in a bit of
                                                                           a dustbowl on the takeout road to
                                                                           Cherry Creek.
                        Cherry Bomb Gorge, upper Cherry Creek

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The plan for the next day was to drive further
south and run another river but then we heard
the Dries of Cherry Creek were running. This
is a section below two dams on different
creeks which was flowing for the first time in
years and had only been run a few times. Plus
it was only 20 miles away so we decided to
paddle there instead. After gleaning some
info from a paddler who did it the day before,
we had a 35 minute walk down a hill through
masses of poison oak into a deep valley with
some awesome grade 4-5 creeking, several

waterfalls and a massive slide. The river was                     Tanaya slide, Yosemite National Park

flowing at about 300 CFS which was perfect, then all of a sudden, when we got to the massive slide near the
end, the river was suddenly at about 700CFS. The water had been coming from Cherry Lake and now the
other dam, on Eleanor Creek, was spilling too. This made the slide way too scary to paddle, it was massive.
The last few miles of the river were paddled quite quickly however!

The next day we decided not to paddle but instead went in to Yosemite National Park, did the tourist thing and
bought some nic nacs and then we drove to Tanaya Lake in the north of the park were water from the lake
flowed down this massive slide in an enormous open bedrock valley. This was a very cool place, sunbleached
white granite, the creek sliding down the middle of the valley, Half Dome (a mountain in the Yosemite Valley)
visible in the distance, blue sky day, sunnies essential!

Then we drove back to Sacramento and the heat in the late afternoon.

Tim had 3 more days off work left before the end of school term left, we kicked around the city for a few days,
went shopping etc then after the last day of school we left for Reno. The first thing Tim did upon arriving is
hook up with Andy, his old college roommate and we did a mountain bike ride along the Tahoe Rim Trail which
starts at the top of the pass between Reno and Lake Tahoe and finishes near the lake. Beautiful scenery down
toward the lake, the trail winds along a ridge and there are alternating views of the lush sides of Lake Tahoe on
one side and the desert of Reno on the other.

That weekend we stayed at Incline Village, or as it is known as ‘Income Village’, on Lake Tahoe where Andy
looks after one of his father-in-law’s holiday homes and went wakeboarding, riding, sailing and relaxed in the
splendour of the lake. Your average waterfront mansion here is worth a cool US$30 million, perhaps a bit less
now with the GFC!

The next week we borrowed Tim and Lora’s Camry and drove to Monterey Bay on the coast where we went to
the best aquarium in the world, amazing place, and strolled around in the settings for John Steinbeck’s
novels. We timed this trip rather well, missing the crowds from the Sea Otter Mountain Bike Festival 3 weeks
before, the US Open the weekend before and the MotoGP the following weekend. It’s a very busy place and it
was nice to smell the sea after 2 weeks inland.

Then we drove up through Santa Cruz to San Francisco, where we spent 3 days eating in Chinatown, riding
over the Golden Gate Bridge, visiting the SFMOMA (Museum of Modern Art), shopping etc.

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                                                                                 Back in Reno, it was game on
                                                                                 for upper Cherry Creek, we
                                                                                 had been watching the level
                                                                                 and it had finally dropped to
                                                                                 a low enough level to run.
                                                                                 So a quick pack up and we all,
                                                                                 Tim, Josh (who’d made
                                                                                 another 6hr drive in from Salt
                                                                                 Lake City), Jaxx and I
                                                                                 squeezed into the Subie
                                                                                 Outback for the drive back to

                                                                                 The plan was to arrive at the
                                                                                 start of the 20k walk in and
                                                                                 smash a few hours walking
                                                                                 out by the cool of the
                                                                                 evening, camp and knock off
                                   Upper Cherry Creek                            the rest next morning. Jaxx
was planning on camping at Cherry Lake, chill out and read many books. The car park was full of cars from all
over the US and Canada as we loaded up our boats with as little gear and food as we could and started the
walk. About an hour after darkness fell we camped at a lookout where next morning we could see down over
the Cherry Creek valley and right up into Cherry Bomb Gorge. Another 4 hours walking we arrived at the put-
in for lunch. We had joined up with a Swiss couple, Toro who was paddling and Karen who was going to walk
down the river each day to the campsites.

The first rapid was enough to make you forget the pain of the walk in, a 200m slide into an autoboof 10 footer,
very nice way to start the afternoon. Plenty more fun rapids through a stark bedrock valley were paddled
then we arrived at Gorilla Slide which is more of a toaster slot. Tim ran it, capsized and swam, the rest of us
walked then watched a group of 4 paddle it, 2 of them without even looking at it.

Many more rapids and a couple of quick easy portages later we arrived at an island where the other 4 had set
up camp at the top of Cherry Bomb Gorge. We camped here too, Karen arrived with another girl and her pit
bull terrier who was with the 4 paddlers we were camped with. Apparently it is quite OK to take dogs into
National Parks there!! Many paddlers leave their boats at this spot and carry their gear over the granite dome
to the campsite at the bottom of the gorge then walk back up the next day and run the gorge with empty
boats but it was late and we couldn’t face another hour of walking.

We hit the river next morning, the other 4 left before us as they wanted to paddle all the way out that day but
not before Tim confirmed a few of the lines down the rapids that were hazy in his memory. We dropped into
Cherry Bomb Gorge which becomes quite intimidating as the walls close in and any portaging becomes rock
climbing dragging a boat. Several tight drops saw us passing the point of no return and committing to the
gorge. Soon we arrived at Cherry Bomb Falls where the river is dammed by a big rockfall and then turns 90
degrees left at the base of the falls into a very tight, steep box canyon that finally empties after some
awesome rapids, slides and tea cups into a big basin at the campsite.

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Cherry Bomb Falls is a 45 degree slide into
a sideways left boof into moving water
that feeds into a keeper stopper if you get
the entry wrong! Many people are stuck
in this stopper after paddling the falls,
even worse is if you don’t go left enough
at the top slide, you end up in a big
pothole eroded into the cliff by the river
which is nearly impossible to paddle out
of and just as hard to swim out of. There
are some nasty videos on youtube if you
want to take a look!

We watched several people run the
bomb, Corey, one of the guys we camped
with and a bit of a legend in his own mind, was surfed in the stopper in the bottom for ages but managed to
get out. Tim’s mate Thomas who we paddled Middle Cherry with, ran it sweetly then Tim followed him
straight off and was nearly surfed. Josh made it down OK then I went and was almost surfed but managed to
pull myself out. Toro was the last off and bombed it.

Then it was down through the box canyon section which is unscoutable and just a matter of following the boat
in front of you, steep, closely spaced drops in a cool, bedrock canyon. Tim then led us down Jedi Slide which is
a long twisting slide that blends into four 10-15 foot tea cup drops that finish in the pool at the campsite!

Flintstone camp is in a big bedrock bowl surrounded by the ridgeline some 1000 feet above, a big granite
dome that the river carves it’s way through and some groves of large cedar trees, seriously spectacular spot.
We chilled out there for the afternoon, taking photos of other paddlers and ourselves running the Jedi slide
and tea cups again and soaking up the scenery.

It was a pretty busy place, at least 5 separate groups were camped there that night, there were boats to weld
up, hungry poms to feed and rattlesnakes to watch out for but we didn’t see any this time.

The next day saw us paddling off early so as to meet Jaxx at the take out early and drive back to Reno. A
portage meant we couldn’t paddle a perfect 30 footer as the next rapid is “Kiwi in a Pocket”, a large waterfall
with a very fine line where Nikki Kelly was caught in a pothole on the right at the bottom of the fall, trying to
miss the piton ledge on the left.

The next few kms of river are continuous grade 4-5 with several portages and lots of fun stuff to run. Then
the river flattens out somewhat and flows through an area of large pools and cedar forests. Lunchtime found
us sitting on a large rock in the sun eating everything we had left as it was certain that we would be out that
night and we didn’t want to have to carry any unnecessary weight up the hill to the car.

By mid-afternoon we were at the lake and after a quick portage of the last rapid and around the river mouth
jammed solid with floating logs blown in from the lake, we paddled across the lake and walked up to the
takeout car park. We watched the Wavesport boys load up their corporate van then Jaxx arrived in about 30
minutes and we packed up to drive home.

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We thought we’d hire a car and drive across to Utah to see Josh and Jan at Salt Lake so we spent a day driving
the spankers new Kia rent-a-car loaded up with my bike and lots of other stuff. They live in Kamas which is 20
minutes from the Park City ski fields where Josh is a snowboard instructor in winter and a raft guide in
summer. We did a river trip on the local raft run, which is more of an irrigation ditch than a river and went
mtb riding at Park City. The ride was a bit of a disaster as we became a bit lost and couldn’t find all the good
trails so Jan took Jaxx to the best trails the next day whilst I went and rode the ski lifts up the mountains and
rode down, I highly recommend this! In about 2 hours of continuous riding, several crashes and one cut hand
I did 8 runs and descended more than twice the height of Mt Ossa! Maybe there is merit in the cable car plan
for Mt Wellie!

We went to an awesome Mexican restaurant in Salt Lake which was recommended by Tim, at 5pm on a
Tuesday night the line outside was about 20 people long. Mexican food in Oz is now officially shit! After
dinner we went to a modern dance presentation by the dance troupe that Jan is a member of and sampled
some local beer, the polygamy porter being the one with the best slogan- ‘why stop at one?’. Utah is the
Morman state!

The next day we drove the 4-5 hours to Moab, through a rain/wind storm across the desert arriving in the
evening. We were told about free camping along a road, the camping was still there but taken over by the
parks service and were charging $12 a night for camping with starling sized mozzies in 40 degree heat.
Needless to say we sought out air con for the next night!

I did the iconic Moab ride of ‘Slickrock’ the next
day a bit too late, before lunch, became very
hot and then rode back into town to find Jaxx
scoping out all the 2nd hand bookshops. We
found a very cheap cabin to stay in for the next
two nights and watched the itinerant raft
guides staying there kill time with no work on.

That night we were woken by creepy crawly
bitey things in the bed and Jaxx slept in the car
and I on the bed base after I tossed all the linen
out the door, we complained and got our
money back. Bed bugs are gross.
The next day Jaxx hired a fancy bike and we went
for an early morning ride just out of town, nice reasonably flat track with some slick rock trails, some 4WD
track too and some very cool scenery.

We found another and better motel for the 3rd night then that afternoon I went for a ride up in the mountains
where it was cooler, the track went along a ridge with a great outlook over the valley.

The third day in Moab, I had a 6.30 start to do the ‘Porcupine Rim’ trail which is about 3 hours long and
another of the best ones around. It follows a ridge line around then drops into the Colorado River valley then
is on the road back to town. The scenery is some of the best around, some amazing geology with igneous
plugs left remaining after masses of erosion standing tall above the valley floor.

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Then we packed up and drove back to Park City where Josh and I did a ride from the top of the mountain down
to town, all downhill and a blast!

Psyching ourselves up for the long drive back to Reno, we left pretty early and made good time, returning the
hire car with an hour to spare then it was back to Tim and Lora’s in Reno.

It was our last weekend of the trip and we were heading out to Cali to do the regular section of Cherry Creek
where they have an extreme race every year, similar to the Lea. We loaded up Tim’s campervan and headed

This section is the steepest regularly rafted river in the US apparently and they have a stringent fitness test for
their punters which involves swimming across the cold river plus a run up the road and if you fail then you get
half of your money back! Need this for some Franklin trips!

The river has a release every weekend and is a good solid grade 4 or so, pushing 5 in parts with a gnarly
waterfall at the end.

                                                     We ran this twice over the two days then we drove to the
                                                     American River near Sacramento and did a grade 3 trip
                                                     with Jaxx in an IK and one of Tim’s mates, Hunter. Jaxx
                                                     had pretty big eyes as she subbed out swimming one of the
                                                     grade 3s.

                                                     That night Tim returned to Reno to hang out with his girls
                                                     and we went to a BBQ at Hunter’s place then we packed up
                                                     and flew out the next day. United Airlines stung us trying
                                                     to fly from Sacramento with a boat and a bike even though
                                                     we had international connections in LAX giving us 64kg
                                                     each of luggage allowance.
                 Jaxx on the American River

Overall it was an awesome trip with lots of cool trips, great people, saw some amazing sights which are so
different to anything we have here or on the mainland. The mountains in Cali and Salt Lake are so big and
beautiful and Moab was so different again to this.

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                                         A Devil of a Time
Words: Sharyn Jones (the other Shazza)
Pics: Timmy Two Toes Trevaskis

It was raining, it was cold, and I’d just been immersed over my head in freezing cold water. So why was I
grinning like an idiot?

I’d just completed a 4-metre high cliff jump into one
of the pools down Devils Gullet, a huge gorge and
world heritage area just east of Mole Creek in
northern Tasmania. My good friends, Anthony
O’Hern and Timmy Trevaskis are old hands at
canyoning and had invited a group of friends to
come try it (with a view to launching a business
around this pursuit).

Our original goal was Dove Canyon in the park itself,
but due to the abundant rainfall, the water levels
were a tad high, so we moved to Devils Gullet.

That’s how I found myself abseiling through a waterfall with the joyful howls of my friends ringing in my ears
as the water cascaded over my head and I dropped into the deep pool below. I’d never been canyoning before,
and although definitely an adventurous soul, I’m generally more inclined to stay inside and warm on a cold and
breezy day. I wouldn’t have thought that I would enjoy spending a chilly autumn day navigating a deep gorge,
swimming, rock hopping and cliff jumping – But I did. Still smiling three days later actually.

There’s something about the tingle of fear and the thrill of the cliff jumps that, when combined with rambling
through the trail-free gorge, made me feel like a kid again. There’s no trail down the Devil’s Gullet, you get
                                              down by picking your own path through, over and around the
                                              boulders that lay in the narrow gorge like a giant marble set,
                                              wedged in between soaring towers of dolerite.

                                             Water cascades through under and over the boulders, and our
                                             path followed the water, leaping ahead where the water flowed
                                             underground, and pausing, excited and scared (a little) before
                                             leaping off a big boulder or cliff to where the water formed a
                                             deep pool below, then swimming a narrow and slow moving
                                             rivulet towards the next drop. We travelled in this joyous fashion
                                             for a few hours, until the sight of a huge waterfall hidden deep
                                             within its own private slot canyon announced its presence with a
                                             thundering roar, and fine spray that rose into the air and created
                                             a mist that filled the entire gorge for 100 metres or more. My
                                             friends and I climbed up, and explored the world of mist and
                                             sound, climbing as close as we dared to the torrent before
                                             jumping in the pool and swimming, following the flow back
                                             towards the Devils Gullet. The next bend brought the connecting
                                             gully where we hiked up, following a small cascade and

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clambering over rock walls and through forest until we gained the road, our cars,
and warm clothes.

Nothing I have done in the past 20 years has so thoroughly captured the feeling of
youthful exploration as this. I was Calvin with Hobbes in his spaceship, exploring
new galaxies where strange creatures live and nobody has ever been before. Better
still, I got to go with friends.

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Thanks Mate: A Tribute to Leon Wescombe
Words: Thorpie

                                          On the 13th June 2010, the Tasmanian kayaking community lost
                                          a son. Leon Wescombe was swept under a boulder sieve on
                                          the Upper Cosumnes River whilst on a paddling holiday in California.
                                          Immediate efforts from paddling friends and later efforts by local
                                          authorities failed to rescue Leon, and despite extensive searches his body
                                          is yet to be recovered. Leon’s death has shaken and saddened his family
                                          and friends and he will be missed dearly by anyone who had the pleasure
                                          of sharing a river with him

                                   We can be sad about losing a friend or we can be glad and grateful that
                                   we had the opportunity to get to know such a great man. We can mourn
                                   their death but I believe it is better to instead: celebrate their life. I
                                   could be upset that I watched my friend drown or I can be thankful that I
                                   got to spend the last 2 weeks of Leon’s life with him, on holidays doing
something we both loved; exploring rivers. I will cherish all those memories .The good and the bad. Because in
the end when our friends have passed, the memories are what we are left with.

Leon was a good person to travel with. He never whinged, he never got upset. He always packed light and
people were naturally fearful of his stature and so we wouldn’t get haggled. He mostly just walked around
with his yogi bear smile and marvelled about how cheap the price of beer was.

Leon was having a great time in California. His excitement about travelling and kayaking was very evident,
which for a subtle individual like Leon, was surprising. Leon was loving living the simplistic vagrant lifestyle of a
kayaker, travelling around paddling beautiful rivers in the hot Californian summer. The day he died was a
beautiful warm bluebird day , the river was a stunning place, its colour like Bombay Sapphire, flowing crisp
and clean through a bouldery gorge flanked by sloping granite walls and fringed with native pines. The river
was at a perfect water level, and we were all happy and excited to be there.

Leon was a true martyr for his cause. He paid
the ultimate price for a lifestyle and a belief.
A belief that the fundamentals of our existence
are not to idle through life - but to live life to its

Someone once wrote: “That we take risks not
to escape life – but to prevent life escaping us”

I think Leon’s life was an emphatic testimony to
this ethos. Leon knew what made him feel alive
and what gave him purpose. He knew that by
pushing the limits we not only develop a
greater understanding of the World but a
deeper sense of who we are.

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For me, the river has been such a stabilising influence over the years, it has helped to soften a lot of hard
edges in my life, so I find it very difficult not to feel betrayed when the river takes one of my friends. One thing
that does give me comfort though is the knowledge that Leon died doing something that fulfilled his life.

The river has tough terms and conditions. And as paddlers we all subscribe to them every time we paddle off
towards that horizon line. Leon is not the first friend I have lost to the river but I sincerely hope he will be the
last. The river has a split personality. It is sublime but also savage and as much as the river gives us life it can
just as quickly take our lives.

I like to think that there is a spirit to the river. I like to personify it as a living, breathing, healing thing but with
a wild and untamed temperament. I find it gives greater meaning and comfort in dark times. Especially when I
lose friends to the river. I feel that it gives their life and the sacrifice they made more significance and gives
me greater solace when dealing with the loss of a true friend.

I like to think that their passing was not a violent traumatic ending but that the river in all her subtle dignity
took them peacefully to a place. A place that is
kind, not cruel. That is beautiful, not brutal. That
their lungs filled with water and their spirit became
free to flow with her forever, through her wild
course and within her timeless currents.

Leon Wescombe, you have left a hole in our hearts
and the world is a lesser place without you. But rest
easy mate, for we will meet again, in our dreams
and in our memories - and hopefully one day in the
afterlife, where we will paddle, ride, drink and
laugh together again.

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                                  2009-10 Juniors Update
Words: Peter Eckhardt; Photos: Matt and Ordette Webster

It has been a hectic summer and spring season for
the clubs junior paddlers and families. We have
continued to enjoy great participation and support.
The next few months will be spent joining other club
members on river trips and charging our batteries for
the upcoming year which will kick off at the end of
the polo season.

Dave Boro and I have been coaching about 20 juniors
at least once a week for the last six months. I have
continued to emphasise the approach that Richard
Fox teaches, we paddle for fun and we race to win. It's      Oliver Gales & Kate Eckhardt (Junior Nationals, Eildon, Jan 2010)

easy to coach the fun bit because paddling is just, well, lots of fun. Racing to win brings technical excellence
into focus because to race well, that is fast and clean, requires higher levels of technical skill.

The foundation of technical excellence in slalom is not that hard, it requires that you have an upright posture
so that you can rotate well, a vertical paddle most of the time and that you have great balance so that you use
the paddle blade to paddle forward and not to brace when you lose your balance.

                                                         The hard part of coaching is creating learning experiences for
                                                         paddlers that shows them that good technique is faster. So I try
                                                         not to tell paddlers what to do, nobody wants to be told what to
                                                         do. The challenge for the coach is to help a paddler discover good
                                                         technique. When we discover things for ourselves our learning is
                                                         more fun and more permanent.

                                                         The nationals next January will be back at Nymboida. Most of us
                                                         grey haired slalom paddlers have great memories of Nymboida
  Andrew Eckhardt (Junior Nationals, Eildon, Jan 2010)   nationals so I am looking forward to having a great DCC team.

Personal highlights of the last nine months for me have been
• Andrew’s progress, leading to him being selected onto the team to compete at the Junior Worlds in France
• Elsa and Daniel’s National Talent Squad selection
• Our cross class participation and strength
• Listening to Scooters reports of Brad Rogers skilfully paddling huge water in NQ
• Our numbers, especially the commitment by families to go to Nationals
• Working with supportive parents and appreciative kids
• Having Dave Boro involved on the water and on the computer
• Being involved with our parent group to run the selection race at Brady’s in February
• Watching our squad kids train at Penrith, and remembering their progress since last year

We have the most skilful younger kids in Australia, and with our natural whitewater facilities, the brightest

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                                     A King of Rivers
Words and pics: Snags

For some time I had been keen to paddle the King River from the John Butters Power Station just out of
Queenstown. It was suggested as a possible World Cup venue but never properly investigated. Stories
abounded of it full of pollution from the Queen River and just flat water all the way to Strahan. The Paddle
about Tasmania Guide gave a scant description from the highway to Crotty, a pre dam flat water trip that one
would now need scuba gear to complete. I had paddled the river from Crotty to Teepookana in about 1981.
Once the Queen River had come in I only recalled one minor rapid that Jon Males portaged to avoid getting his
face wet with the Queenstown crap (literally). I had also paddled the King Gorge again just as the dam was
being competed in the mid 1990s.

Brian Mouse Edmonds has been working in Queenstown for a few years and paddles near the power station
occasionally in summer. I was fortunate enough to be able to check the river out by helicopter whilst there for
work and it looked good. An impressive looking gorge with easy rapids followed by about 15 km of flat water.
Looked ideal for a DR run. I had to take a load of fuel to Derwent Bridge & Strahan and so managed to
persuade Dave Gray off his near death bed and into the car with 3 DR boats on the trailer. We left Mouse’s car
at Lowana near the mouth of the King River. The river looked clean and was flowing swiftly.

Mouse had managed to talk to the Hydro to find out that the
John Butters Power Station was to run from 9 – 11 am and then
again from 1 pm. It generally runs during the afternoon. Flows
are around 80 cumecs or 2500 cusecs. About a medium level
Nive trip in a much smaller river bed.

We got on the water soon after 9 on a surprisingly balmy May
Queenstown morning. Dave was still feeling a bit crook and
Mouse had not been in a DR boat for a long time. The river felt
high and cold and everyone was a bit apprehensive.                          Dave at John Butters Power Station

                                     Just around the corner from the bridge the Queen River came in, a fetid
                                     orange trickle nestled deep in a rainforested gully. Huon Pine were
                                     abundant along with pieces of Queenstown detritus. The gorge continues
                                     for about 5 km and is clear and swift for the whole way. Rapids are easy
                                     high volume grade 3 with the usual array of boils and waves. Dave was not
                                     on his game so portaged two rapids rather than run the risk of capsize.

        Mouse at Sailor Jack rapid  The final rapid occurs at Sailor Jack
Creek where the gorge empties into a big basin. A two stage drop the
water tends to barrel into the undercut left hand wall. Probably OK in a
creek boat but deemed out of our comfort zone in the DR boats. The
choice was a high level portage on the right bank about 50 metres above
the river. Assisted by some ancient and very rotten ropes we portaged
the boats around the drop to a turbulent and sucky eddy in which I
counted over 15 balls of various shapes & sizes.

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                                                   Once on the river it was round the corner to Dubbil Barill
                                                   railway station and then on down the mostly flat but moving
                                                   river, passing the steam train to Teepookana and Lowana.

                                                    The purpose of this trip was to check the river out for racing.
                                                    There is a Queenstown festival each year around which a
                                                    race on the river could be organized. There is also the option
                                                    of commercial rafting. There is a prosperous passing tourist
                                                    population looking for things to do, a bitumen road to the
                                                    start of a very nice rainforested gorge with controlled high
                                                    volume water leading to a train station with a regular tourist
steam train back to where you started. The final rapid would be raftable and with a little bit of networking
with Hydro and Federal this appears to be an opportunity for the enterprising entrepreneur. All in all a worth
while trip with a long car shuffle if you are on the west coast looking for something to do.

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    A Blast from the Past – Ouse 1st Descent
Thanks to Ian Smith for digging this up. Original words by Craig Wilkinson

                                    UPPER Ouse River 21st JULY 1984 - The 1st Descent

The Ouse River is dammed at Lake Augusta and diverted into Great Lake via Liaweenee Canal a short distance
downstream and had not previously been canoed.

Following a series of suggestions of good whitewater in the highlands from the principal of Matsuyker
Mouldings we checked with the Hydro and found a good level for a first descent, at around 700 cusecs.

The trip starts at the outlet of the Lake Augusta dam, an awesome sight, and finishes at a weir about 6 km.
downstream. Being an altitude second {1170m.}, it was with some sense of anguish that 10 paddlers - Mouse,
Suds, Purtell, Scissors, Andrea, Mugger, Rod Clear, Steve and Wak (by my count that adds up to 9 - unless
there was a pair of Scissors - Ed.), set off, for the first 4 km., the river is basically an alpine stream of fast
flowing Grade 2 water, which runs through a broad button grass plain. (Also ice cold.)

But the last 1.5 - 2 km., steepens considerably, and the rapids become more boulder - studded with some
reasonable sized drops requiring some care in negotiation (medium Grade 3). The weir forms the intake for
the Liaweenee Canal and at around 20 Degs is a mandatory portage. With some water spilling over the weir, it
would have been possible to paddle on to Little Pine Lagoon although that section appears to be mainly flat.

The trip would rate as a first rate downriver course although the last few rapids would be a bit tricky and is a
useful trip if there is not much water around elsewhere.

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                                       Happy 80th !!
It was some time ago that Leigh and Shazza discovered that, not only were their 40th birthdays a few days
apart, but that happened to coincide nicely with the Teva Lea Extreme race. Excellent, a party! Apparently
there was also a race, but no one can remember...

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                       2010 Event Calendar

 Date    Day                            Event                                Contact Details
   8     Thu      DCC Club Meeting 6:00pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
  18     Sun      Huon Series Race 4 Franklin boat ramp, 10am start   Phil Watkins 0409960557
24-25   Sat-Sun   Whitewater Conference – Tarraleah, Bradys           Andrea McQuitty 0407407001
 1     Sun        Ben Lomond Descent                        
 5     Thu        DCC Club Meeting 7:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
 8     Sun        Huon Series Race 5 Franklin boat ramp, 10am start   Phil Watkins 0409960557
 22     Sun       Huon Valley Winter Challenge              
  2     Thu       DCC Club Meeting 7:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
 12     Sun       Huon Series Race 6 Franklin boat ramp, 10am start   Phil Watkins 0409960557
  2      Thu      DCC Club Meeting 7:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
9-10   Sat-Sun    TEVA Lea Xstream Race                               Leigh Wighton
9-10  Sat-Sun     Freycinet Challenge
 12     Tue       Twilight Race 1 6:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
 19     Tue       Browns Race
 26     Tue       Twilight Race 3 6:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
  2     Tue       Browns Race
  4     Thu       DCC Club Meeting 7:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
  9     Tue       Twilight Race 3 6:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
 16     Tue       Browns Race
 23     Tue       Twilight Race 4 6:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
 30     Tue       Browns Race
  2     Thu       DCC Club Meeting 7:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
 4-5  Sat-Sun     DCC Champs – Bradys (Tentative)
  7     Tue       Twilight Race 5 6:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron
 14     Tue       Browns Race
 21     Tue       Twilight Race 6 6:30pm Derwent Sailing Squadron

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          A bit of a trip down the Lea, March 2010.

Jake Pearce and Brian at the Screaming Plastic Surgeon rapid.
                Photo by Travis van Tholen

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