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| by Filip Payne April 2, 2008 |
Finally! A paper I’m stoked to write! Being in school makes it difficult to boat, but I finally got
on some sick water with those Huckin’ boys, Cody and Mike.
It was about 11:30pm before I started making my way through the crowd of college
drunkards, out the door, and to my truck. From Flagstaff, I arrived in Sedona at 12:40am,
allowing myself about four hours of sleep before rallying at ass-crack a few miles outside of
town. We met up at the takeout and headed for the put in destination: Rattlesnake Canyon. I
don’t know about the other two, but I think I felt a little too cool stripping down and gearing up
in front of the busying I-17 traffic…hmm. So! Still before sunrise, we began our small trek
across a total of four lanes of highway and down to the frigid, butt-puckering water.
After a brief debate on whether or not to put on due to the low flow, we hopped in and began
the bum bashing. After about a mile (?) of minor, irritating pins and knuckle scraping, we
came to the first drop: a narrow chute about 7 feet tall. Up until that point we were getting a
little irritated with the low flow, cold water, and still being in shadow, but things seemed to be
looking up! Next up was a 15-foot fall with a deceitful pool below; just under water, a large
rock stretched into the left side of the landing area. Now, normally, I’m the conservative
paddler and Mike and Cody go for the goods, but this time I felt solid, and they decided to
film. The water was spread into a thin sheet, so it was a little difficult to get enough speed to
boof right of the scary area, but it worked out all right. (Even though I looked and felt a little
retarded.)
A small swooping boof directly below the 15-footer led to a small stretch before the third drop.
It was closely related to the first: a 7-foot tall vertical-ish chute with a rock on the left at the
bottom, which, by no means anyone should be able to hit, but I managed it. I flipped and
tweaked my shoulder… what a butt head. After another half-mile or so of shallow, bumpy
water, we came to a very… um, well, LARGE horizon line. It was the 30-footer we went in for,
and it looked SICK. The lip was only 7 or 8 feet wide, and the main jet of water dumped off
just right of center. Every thing else was a white tumble, but it was still boatable just to the left
of the jet (as Mike proves), though there’s a small shelf about 2/3 of the way down. As we
peered over the edge, our dialogue commenced as follows:
Cody: Well, last chance to hike out. What do you guys wanna do? There’s a
trail somewhere ‘cause there’s a gage. - I vote run it.
(Mike and I look up at the 200 vertical feet we’d have to climb)
Fil: Fuck that dude let’s just hit it.
Mike: Yeah man I’m cold. I’m getting in my boat.
Cody: Nice choice, well I’m filming from up here. We’ll send Mike off first, haha.
Mike: Alright I’ll be probe.
Cody set up, Mike plopped in, and I watched eagerly. Our probe wasted no time; as quickly
as he entered the set-up eddy, he was back out and over the edge. I’ll leave you to see Mr.
Badass on The Risen Sun. It was my turn next. Thinking too much above a drop does no
good for my morale so I didn’t think. As soon as I got situated I was off, followed by Cody a
few minutes later. I ran it like a terd and Cody liked the terd line better than the boof, so we
ended up with two green terds and an orange barf… I mean boof. Though barf is a better
adjective for Mike’s line. Just kidding it was sick.
We continued down and around a corner to find ourselves bashing a very steep, bouldered
drop that may very well be better boated with more water. After a snack and more bump-and-
grind, we came into sunlight (hallelujah-praise-a-Jesus) and the beautiful red Sedona
sandstone slides.
Description would be a long, long process, so check out the pictures, and the video will say it
all when it’s out! A narrow 7 or 8-foot fall marked the end of the best sandstone drops, and
they eventually petered out into more of the usual: avoiding rocks. We knew the goods were
over as we arrived at our confluence with Woods Canyon. At that point, we had 4 miles of
class 2-3 floating ‘til we arrived at our takeout. Over all, the 9-mile, 4-hour excursion could
have used a little more water, but I think we all agree it was well worth the effort put forth.
*Note: This portage-less descent can be seen in Huckin Huge's up-coming, feature film: The
Risen Sun.
on some sick water with those Huckin’ boys, Cody and Mike.
It was about 11:30pm before I started making my way through the crowd of college
drunkards, out the door, and to my truck. From Flagstaff, I arrived in Sedona at 12:40am,
allowing myself about four hours of sleep before rallying at ass-crack a few miles outside of
town. We met up at the takeout and headed for the put in destination: Rattlesnake Canyon. I
don’t know about the other two, but I think I felt a little too cool stripping down and gearing up
in front of the busying I-17 traffic…hmm. So! Still before sunrise, we began our small trek
across a total of four lanes of highway and down to the frigid, butt-puckering water.
After a brief debate on whether or not to put on due to the low flow, we hopped in and began
the bum bashing. After about a mile (?) of minor, irritating pins and knuckle scraping, we
came to the first drop: a narrow chute about 7 feet tall. Up until that point we were getting a
little irritated with the low flow, cold water, and still being in shadow, but things seemed to be
looking up! Next up was a 15-foot fall with a deceitful pool below; just under water, a large
rock stretched into the left side of the landing area. Now, normally, I’m the conservative
paddler and Mike and Cody go for the goods, but this time I felt solid, and they decided to
film. The water was spread into a thin sheet, so it was a little difficult to get enough speed to
boof right of the scary area, but it worked out all right. (Even though I looked and felt a little
retarded.)
A small swooping boof directly below the 15-footer led to a small stretch before the third drop.
It was closely related to the first: a 7-foot tall vertical-ish chute with a rock on the left at the
bottom, which, by no means anyone should be able to hit, but I managed it. I flipped and
tweaked my shoulder… what a butt head. After another half-mile or so of shallow, bumpy
water, we came to a very… um, well, LARGE horizon line. It was the 30-footer we went in for,
and it looked SICK. The lip was only 7 or 8 feet wide, and the main jet of water dumped off
just right of center. Every thing else was a white tumble, but it was still boatable just to the left
of the jet (as Mike proves), though there’s a small shelf about 2/3 of the way down. As we
peered over the edge, our dialogue commenced as follows:
Cody: Well, last chance to hike out. What do you guys wanna do? There’s a
trail somewhere ‘cause there’s a gage. - I vote run it.
(Mike and I look up at the 200 vertical feet we’d have to climb)
Fil: Fuck that dude let’s just hit it.
Mike: Yeah man I’m cold. I’m getting in my boat.
Cody: Nice choice, well I’m filming from up here. We’ll send Mike off first, haha.
Mike: Alright I’ll be probe.
Cody set up, Mike plopped in, and I watched eagerly. Our probe wasted no time; as quickly
as he entered the set-up eddy, he was back out and over the edge. I’ll leave you to see Mr.
Badass on The Risen Sun. It was my turn next. Thinking too much above a drop does no
good for my morale so I didn’t think. As soon as I got situated I was off, followed by Cody a
few minutes later. I ran it like a terd and Cody liked the terd line better than the boof, so we
ended up with two green terds and an orange barf… I mean boof. Though barf is a better
adjective for Mike’s line. Just kidding it was sick.
We continued down and around a corner to find ourselves bashing a very steep, bouldered
drop that may very well be better boated with more water. After a snack and more bump-and-
grind, we came into sunlight (hallelujah-praise-a-Jesus) and the beautiful red Sedona
sandstone slides.
Description would be a long, long process, so check out the pictures, and the video will say it
all when it’s out! A narrow 7 or 8-foot fall marked the end of the best sandstone drops, and
they eventually petered out into more of the usual: avoiding rocks. We knew the goods were
over as we arrived at our confluence with Woods Canyon. At that point, we had 4 miles of
class 2-3 floating ‘til we arrived at our takeout. Over all, the 9-mile, 4-hour excursion could
have used a little more water, but I think we all agree it was well worth the effort put forth.
*Note: This portage-less descent can be seen in Huckin Huge's up-coming, feature film: The
Risen Sun.
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| Author in the mist of Sedona glory. |
| Mike, testing the pools depth....shallow. ie. rock here /\ |
| The author, having the honor of being the first to boof this bad boy. |
| Cody, deflecting off the rocks. |
