It’s been a long ride with many ups and downs but in the end I’m beyond stoked with the outcome. 34 new rivers, 10 first descents, and many new lifelong friends. South America has provided the experience of a lifetime, I’ll be forever grateful and glad for all the long hours of work that paid for this adventure. From the jungles of Brazil to the deserts of northern Chile then South down the country to deep Patagonia.
Kailash, that proud mountain in Tibet, the source of the mighty Indus, Karnali, Sutlej and Siang. These rivers carving deep from the high Himalayas, draining all the way to the lowlands. The lofty heights are a sacred site for 4 of the world’s religions, Buddhism, Jain, Hindu and Bon. The mighty Karnali flowing, as it does, in the Hindu country of Nepal can easily be seen as coming from the throne of Shiva. It is no wonder that just to go kayaking the Karnali, the Humla, or the tributaries offers the chance for spiritual awaking. It is a place that offered more than a simple set of strokes. A place where thoughts can come without the stress of modern life.
When Lord Krishna manifested before Arjun, before the words were stolen by Oppenheimer, when the Gita was pure and undiluted, its sole intent to motivate Arjun, ‘Now, I am become death, the destroyer of worlds’. That’s what this river did.
Paddling down under in New Zealand is wonderful. Amazing water, brilliant people and fun all around. It also is pretty fun when someone pulls up beside you and refers to your boat as “a Canadian”.
“And here is a Magical Place, where the Warm Water flows and Laughter Abounds.”
For the past couple years, I have heard about the Kaituna river. How it is a great training ground and how its just an amazing river. Showing up and spending time there, I came to realize that yes, the river is amazing. But even more awesome is the small community of boaters living at the take out. Day in and out, waking up and paddling together. Living in this weird, wonderfully strange community. A magical place where the hour or the day is irrelevant. A place where swimming the river or number of laps down is the only relevant thing from day to day.
Luke Partridge and Jamie Greenhalgh return to one of their favourite White water kayaking destinations on the planet, Nepal.
This time with a big objective in mind, the mighty Humla Karnarli!
Follow this series of episodes as they prepare for their expedition and tag along on some of the best whitewater in the world!
It’s been only a short while since the one day Tsarap Chu and Zanskar descent. In Ladakh, India. The 20hr50min paddle. The 240km descent, the boxed walls, the long rapids, the silent cries in the night.
I get asked daily, why? What pleasure was in it? Is it worth it?
I’ve not come up with a real answer before – Mallory’s quip unsatisfactory – it’s always going to be there.
Perhaps I can sum up why I enjoy the isolation of a long paddle, even with peers, perhaps it’s also an explanation for those that don’t understand solo paddling as a concept. They both run as parallels for me.
The Scottish mountains are old, older than the furthest reaches of comprehension. They do not expend their energies on the frivolities of spires and sharp peaks as their younger brethren do. Instead they simply rise out of the ocean and sit there obstinate, old and awe-inspiring. They are indifferent to your fleeting existence and this is all too clear as one stands in their shadow.
Our last trip to Scotland did not go to plan and was probably best described by the term ‘compound cluster-fuck’. This year we were keen to reduce the expletives used to describe our trip.
We arrived in much the same way as we had before; at night. In the darkness the mountains were shrouded by cloud illuminated only by our headlights and the ominous glow of the fuel light reminding us of the regrettable decision to not stop off in Glasgow. Despite this when the sun rose in the morning we were greeted by a sight I never believed I would see – Blue sky in Scotland. Looking out across the Loch we weighed up our options and decided with such beautiful weather the Etive would probably be the only river running.
A beautiful and sunny Glen Etive. Photos by Tom Clare of Tom Clare Photography
As a little warm up ready for Movie Monday tomorrow check out – Nick Troutman Runs Cane Creek Falls. It looks bigger from the top!
Jackson Kayak’s athletes Nick Troutman along with Dane and Eric Jackson head to Fall Creek Falls State park to check out the famous Cane Creek Falls.
Bren Orton Stakeout 2016. Bren has been let loose in the Canadian wilderness for 6 weeks to surf some of the biggest and best river waves in the world. Huge tricks, new combos and some epic wipe outs.
Beat Yesterday Media House proudly presents their new film ‘Lines Into The Black Sea’.
One month paddling expedition through Turkey and Georgia started in April 2016. On the way through these beautiful countries, BYMH had a chance to paddle some amazing rivers, both known and unknown.
All the rivers are flowing into the Black Sea, and that’s where the name came from.
Lancashire or Yorkshire, which is best? It’s a question that is greatly debated buy never settled. Lancashire Hotpot Yorkshire Pudding by Bob McKee shows two rivers, one within each of those great counties.
Bob and Chris Brain tackle the Hindburn in Lancashire and the Ribble in Yorkshire.
Today was the Washburn Boaterfest 2016. We spent a few hours at the Washburn (North Yorkshire, UK) checking out the event and testing out some new gear.
For quite sometime if you went to any recent event you would be sure to see lots and lots of Pyranha 9Rs on the water. Today was quite different.