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They Saved the Sky. Now It's Your Turn to Race It Print E-mail
Written by Christian Knight   
Friday, 22 May 2009 12:49

Of all the mountainous walls that guard the tiny hamlet of Index from the rest of the civilized world, the wall to the northeast is, perhaps, the least impressive.

It possesses neither the exposed granite, nor the height, nor the 400-foot waterfall of Mount Index and Mount Persius. It doesn't stab the blue sky with its angular granite spires, like the Gunn Peaks to the north.  And it doesn't drop a thousand vertical feet into the North Fork of the Skykomish River as the Index Town Wall does to the west. 

It is merely a hill amongst mountains.

But a little more than two years ago, that northeastern hill, named Heybrook Ridge became the most important hill in the world to the 120 people who inhabit this Cascade town.

In February 2007, W.B. Foresters, the logging company that owns the 129 acres of Heybrook Ridge, announced its intention to scalp it of its cedars, firs and pines.

A group of a dozen local activists, galvanized and somewhat fatigued by the six-year-long fight to win passage of the Wild Sky Wilderness Act, immediately responded.
But they didn't march with protest signs, file lawsuits, or hang effigies of the companies president.

Instead, they asked what they could do to prevent a region blessed with National Park-like beauty to suffer from a disfiguring scar.

The response was equally simple: Buy it. By June 30, 2008. For $1.3 million.
That's a lot of money for even the most passionate 10 local activists in the world to raise. But they had their assignment. And this little group intended to complete it. They formed a non-profit, called the Friends of Heybrook Ridge. Developed a website. Created videos. Led nature hikes. Networked. They met every first and third Tuesday of each month at the fire hall.

But for the first few months of their effort, they raised pennies, when they needed dollars, using weeks, when all they had was days.

In the spring of 2008, however, they received an anonymous offer they couldn't have anticipated: If you can raise $700,000, I'll donate $500,000.

Local media picked up on the story. Local conservation groups adopted the effort into their own missions.  The donations began pouring in. The landowner dropped the price by $100,000 to $1.2 million. It also extended the deadline to July 31, 2008. And all of the sudden, this coniferous hill didn't seem so doomed to the chainsaw.

On August 4, 2008, the Snohomish County Council adopted Heybrook Ridge into its management plan.

The Friends of Heybrook Ridge had $40,000 to spare. And the best way to spend that, Louise Lindgren, its former president figured, was to delicately establish eco-recreation on it.
Eco-tourism is, after all, Index's only remaining resource. Seventy-five years ago, it was a mining town—a little gold, some silver and enough granite to built the state capitol building's staircase.

Now, however, it's world-class climbing, abundance of quality whitewater and trailheads to a dozen Alpine Lakes makes it one of the best outdoor adventure spots in the Northwest.
My family moved to Skykomish just prior to my junior year of high school. And just after I graduated, I spent most of my time driving down to Index to paddle the Skykomish River. I learned how to roll on the Skykomish. I learned how to boof on the Skykomish. My brother and I spent two years exploring its tributaries, ignoring topo maps, just hiking in and dropping down.

Now, I am organizing an event on the Skykomish. It's a task I never figured I'd ever want to assume. But it's one that began with a simple idea to create a simple event. It's a task that is forcing me to consolidate a lot of free radicals into a tiny mountain valley on a single day. My deadline is August 1, 2009.

And I'm using the event to celebrate the success of the Friends of Heybrook Ridge, to show them some appreciation for doing the hard work that saved my most beloved valley from a disfiguring scar. I am hoping everyone who reads this will come as well.
 

 
Gold Medalist Elliot Stabler, I Mean, Joe Jacobi Print E-mail
Written by Mike Kord   
Wednesday, 20 May 2009 18:30

Most paddlers know Joe Jacobi for winning the C-2 slalom gold medal, along with Scott Strausbaugh, at the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona. But if you haven't had the chance to meet him, he's also one of the most affable, relentlessly upbeat, and passionate personalities in paddlesports.

If you met him at a neighborhood barbecue, you wouldn't remember him later as the gold medalist. He'd just be the cool dude at the barbecue. (I also think Jacobi bears a striking resemblance to detective Elliot Stabler on Law & Order: SVU (the Tuesday night show with Ice-T. Stabler is played by actor Christopher Meloni. I missed last night's episode.)

The recently elected USACK board member made a recent video post to his website, and YouTube, about the current state of the nation's highest level of competitive paddling. Jacobi says he's having doubts about performance standards to evaluate top paddlers. It seemed to me he was saying USACK should not limit the talent base and allow room for, for lack of a better word, "at-large" paddlers, such as young superstar playboater Emily Jackson as just an example, to have a shot at bigger Olympic-level competitions in slalom. Not that this is going to happen for sure, but if you've ever seen Jackson, the daughter of Eric Jackson, play a kayak, you know she has remarkable command of her boat. It'd be hard to doubt her ability to make the switch.

Watch Jacobi's facial expressions in the video. He gets animated. I really think the only thing that could make him prouder than being a gold medalist would be to see other Americans become gold medalists. That's the passion showing.

And for your viewing pleasure, more passion: here's Ice-T, circa 1987.

 
Sea Kayaker Summits Everest Print E-mail
Written by Mike Kord   
Tuesday, 19 May 2009 20:28

A sea kayaker from Bainbridge Island, Washington, has made it to the top of the world. Ed Viesturs—perhaps you've heard the name?—was part of a team that reached the summit of Mount Everest at around 8 a.m. local time, after around nine hours of climbing from high camp at 25,000 feet. They made it back to their tents around 1 p.m.

Calling Viesturs a sea kayaker would be like calling Barack Obama a community organizer. OK, maybe that's a poor analogy. If you're unfamiliar with the Viesturs name, he is the first American to climb all 14 of the world's 8,000-meter peaks without supplemental oxygen. That is why he is famous worldwide.

He's a bona fide hero in Seattle's outdoors scene. His last book, No Shortcuts to the Top (written with David Roberts), covers his numerous mountaineering feats while reflecting his down-to-earth manner. Viesturs mentions in the book that he likes to go sea kayaking in his spare time. So that makes him, well, you guessed it.

The book is definitely worth a read if you like reading about outdoor adventures, their attendant triumphs and tragedies, and getting a closer look at the man himself.

Personally, I've met Viesturs twice at Outdoor Retailer Summer Market. I'm sure he remembers me, too. He's actually very approachable. A regular guy who happens to have lungs the size of heavy-duty Glad bags.

Part of the impetus for this climb was to show the world Eddie Bauer's new line of climbing apparel. They're working on an image turnaround and want to attract more hardcore outdoor athletes to their products. The climb was called the First Ascent "Return to Everest" expedition. The team included Peter Whittaker, whose uncle, Jim, was the first American to summit Everest on May 1, 1963.

Viesturs has another book coming out this fall, titled K2, also co-written by Roberts.

Read more at eddiebauer.com, seattletimes.com, and edviesturs.com.

 
Young Builders, Litigation, and Safety Print E-mail
Written by Mike Kord   
Tuesday, 19 May 2009 16:49

Good evening, faithful readers. A few stories I thought you all would be interested in.

The next time you think that Pygmy Canoe kit would be just too much trouble, think about these Jersey kids. Middle school students from Newark, New Jersey, built their own wooden canoes from blank pieces of wood. If they can do it, so can you, right?


On a sadder note, the family of a California woman who drowned while kayaking the Rogue River in southern Oregon is seeking $4 million in damages from Echo River Trips, the outfitter leading the trip.

And, finally, some good news for sea kayakers, or anybody else who encounters motorboats. The National Weather Service and the National Safe Boating Council have launched a new website, www.safeboating.erh.noaa.gov, as part of their joint promotion of National Safe Boating Week, which runs through May 22.

If motor boaters decide to stay sober enough to remember safety for themselves, you'll probably be a beneficiary of that, too, yes?

 
When Will It Stop? Will It Stop? Print E-mail
Written by Mike Kord   
Friday, 15 May 2009 21:44

As you surely know by now, the new presumptive waterfall world record (presumptive because it really hasn't been confirmed yet by a definitive source, like Guiness) is an astounding, nearly unbelievable 186 feet! And I'm not one to use "!" loosely.

It was set by Tyler Bradt on April 21 when he ran Palouse Falls in eastern Washington State. Our senior editor, Christian Knight, has run the highest waterfall among the Paddler staff, once stomping a 52-footer. Gutsy, commendable, skillful, no doubt. But to put it in some perspective, it's the equivalent of a 19-yard field goal now (the WR for NFL field goals is 63 yards).

And Knight, no stranger to the classic Class VI runs in Washington State, says anything beyond that is just damn near inconceivable to him.

What's most astounding about this new record is how quickly it rose to that height. Ten years ago, Tao Berman's WR of Alberta's Johnston Falls was 98 feet. So bizarre at the time, Paddler covered such feats apologetically, as if to some it shouldn't have been news at all. Yet it's only about half the height of Bradt's accomplishment. The highest-run falls generally hovered around that 100-foot mark for the next eight, nine years, including Bradt's 107-foot descent of Alexandra Falls in the Northwest Territories in 2007.

Late last year, Paul Gamache stomped 108-foot Cascade Falls in British Columbia, but that only last a few months. Brazilian Pedro Olivia stuck his home country's Salto Belo Falls, a 127-footer in March, which seemed to be the equivalent of a runner clocking an unbeatable 3:30 mile.

The mark lasted less than a month.

To continue comparisons to mainstream sports, the waterfall record, to some, is no more important than the top-speed fastball ever recorded by a pitcher. Who cares how hard you throw if you don't get hitters out? Throwing the hardest doesn't make one the best pitcher. Likewise it surely takes talent to run huge drops like these, but doing so doesn't automatically label someone the world's best kayaker. Not even close.

But when the WR nearly doubles in just 10 years—and increases 78 feet in just four months—one wonders if we are witnessing the ballsiest kayaking ever. Of course, some of the greatest achievements in paddlesports—Doug Ammons solo of the Stikine, the Carolina boys 10-hour descent of the Stikine, the much-ballyhooed 2001 Tsang Po expedition, sea kayaker Ed Gillet's 64-day solo from California to Hawaii—all came without even approaching the waterfall record.

It also makes one wonder when it will stop. Or will it stop? Are we on the verge of 200 feet? Or higher? We posted the humorously fictitious article of someone running 278-foot Snoqualmie Falls on April Fools Day. LOL. It doesn't sound so funny anymore. As odd as it sounds, it's "only" another 92 feet above Bradt's recent plunge.

I mean, why not? If you can survive 186 feet, could it be that much more daunting? Would a free climber who has soloed 900 feet get sketched at soling 1,000 feet?

The boys running the shit like this seem to have no limit to their imagination. And guts. And brains?

I absolutely love seeing paddlers, or just people in general, lay waste to proclamations of what can (and can't) be done. But are we going to have some local yokel Class V paddler, who's girlfriend just dumped him, foolishly go beyond his ability to try to prove himself, and wind up in American Whitewater's annual accident database?

I don't know. And I don't mean to cast a negative shadow on all the glory-catching. It's just exciting to analyze what's happening in the sport right now, because we've never seen anything like it before.

 
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