On account of passing through wave trains the size of small houses, our boat had begun to take on a lot of water. By the end of the gorge, the boat was heavy and our energy levels were beginning to wane too. As if by magic, at the last possible place we could fall in, we did. It was the best thing that could have happened. We simply fell out, stood up on the riverbed right away, dragged the boat to the bank, emptied it and were back on the river within 5 minutes – feeling ever so refreshed after the dip.
By the time we made Woodstock, we had officially rediscovered our mojo. Pushing on down a quieter section of river, I felt relieved to be out of the grip of the gorge. As things got shallow again, we found the energy to burst into an adapted rendition of Lady Gaga’s latest hit:
‘In the sha-ha-ha lows! We’re right in the shallows now. Where is the deep end? So we can kay-ak, we’re stuck in the shallows now…”
At last, after 5 hours on the river we rounded the bend to see Gorge Bridge and the banks below it lined with supporters. It was pure magic! We had survived the kayak, and not only that – I have loved every bum shuffling, rock dodging, wave train jiggling moment of it!! What a day to be alive!