Back in (Shreve) Port

It’s over now and I’m back at work in Shreveport. Time for a review of the race.
We hit over $5,000.00 in pledges. Much more than I ever expected. If you made a pledge and haven’t sent it in yet, here’s the address:

Haitian Pilgrims
844 Lochmoor
Highland Village, TX 75077

And make sure to put “White Rock Navy” in the memo field of the check. You’ll get a statement at the end of the year for your tax records and the thanks of all the Pilgrims and the Haitians they serve.

So, on to the account of the race.
8:00 am in Kansas City and the gun went off. We all tried to get ourselves out into the faster waters of the Missouri and make that right turn but it was tough with that many boats. I understand that four or five boats flipped at that point, although I only saw two. Everyone managed to get back into their boats on back in the race. I went past my crew, stopped to pick up my sunglasses, and headed off to Fort Osage – our first planned meeting point.

The first day was the roughest for me. I guess it was the excitement and, as the day wore on, the realization of what I was up against. By Lexington and Waverly I was tired and sore – and more than a little short tempered. I had watched a lot of people disappear in the distance and knew my pace wouldn’t keep me even in the middle of the pack for the days ahead. I had been navigating whirlpools and boils and was tense and sore. If you can, imagine a ten foot stretch of water moving in a clockwise direction. When the nose of the boat enters the whirlpool the whole boat is wrenched to the left. Then, as the nose reaches the other side and the back of the boat enters, the boat sweeps the right. Then when the nose is out the other side and the whirlpool is only acting on the back end, it swings to the left again! The boils are slightly different. In these the water is just coming straight up and both ends of the boat are slightly suspended. So the kayak wants to tip to the sides. And because the water is “soft” under the paddle it feels as though you’re pulling the paddle through air. Not a comfortable feeling.

But I reached Waverly about an hour and a half ahead of the cut-off time. Not world class racing but I was still in this thing. I wanted to push on to Miami before getting off the river. This where the whole thing started changing for me. I know I’ve said it was an adventure and not a race but Tuesday evening that all started to become reality for me. I’d covered 73 miles and wanted to put in another 32. So, my ground crew re-equipped the boat and put the lights on and I was back on the water.

As night fell I started experiencing my first hallucinations. I guess it’s the combination of stress and fatigue but as I looked over at the right side of the river it appeared to slope to the left. As I looked at the left side of the river it sloped to the right. The river was running down hill at about a 15 degree angle! Now, I knew that the Missouri river at that angle would be a raging torrent so something was surely amiss here. Then when I came to a bend in the river and saw that the right bank was lower than the left I KNEW I was seeing things. Still, the water was moving in the correct direction and, although I knew it couldn’t be real, it was comforting to think that I was paddling downhill.

It took me from 8:30 pm to 1:15 am to get to Miami. I’ve never been so tired in all my life. As I came down the river in the darkness I could see the flood lights illuminating the ramp at Miami and was totally disoriented by it all. I heard people yelling at me (and the other paddlers) to “come HERE” and waving their arms. Most of us needed this instruction because our brains were shutting down. When I pulled up to the ramp I could hear people saying “Welcome to Miami” and saw others running down the ramp into the water. They grabbed my kayak while others grabbed me under the arms and helped me out of the boat. The next thing I knew they had helped me up the ramp, carried my boat away, and were pointing me to the tent where hot coffee and food could be had.

All I wanted to do was change into dry clothes and crawl into a sleeping bag. My crew had called me earlier and told me they were going to grab some sleep and the plan was for me to call them as I got to Miami. Unfortunately none of us could get cell reception there so I wandered around a bit, trying to call them, before I got through. Anyway, they came running and hauled me off to the tent – set up on a gravel parking lot (the only place available). At that point sleeping on gravel didn’t sound bad to me and I actually slept better than I have in years!

Day two got me on the water at 8:09. I should have gotten up sooner but I really needed the sleep. Only two checkpoints on the schedule: Glasgow and Katfish Katy’s. I hit Glasgow at a little after 1:00, tired but feeling a lot better than I had at the same time on the first day. Just below Glasgow is Lisbon Bottoms. This is a bend in the river where the Missouri has cut through and created a chute of fast water. As I was paddling down the river toward it the Glasgow Fire Department boat screamed past, then came flying upriver a few minutes later – followed by one of the race safety boats. They told me that a pair in a canoe had strayed a little too far left and been sucked into the chute and into a log jam. The pair had been pinned against the logs and hung on until they could be pulled off. Needless to say I and the other boats stayed hard right as we worked our way around that bend. But, at the bottom we had to pull hard left across to the river to avoid the biggest wing dam of the trip. Beautiful stretch of river but exhausting and pretty scary.

The night before, while I was sleeping, Katrina, another paddler had been caught in a huge whirlpool while going under the Glasgow bridge. She left her boat pinned to the bridge pier and was pulled in by another racer. They were able to rescue her and get her boat off the pier and she kept on moving downstream! Talk about a will to win. Wow.

After Glasgow and Lisbon Bottoms I arrived at Katfish Katy’s about 9:45. Nothing special to report about this stretch except that I went under the interstate 70 bridge – and the hallucinations started again. By this time I was getting used to them, though, so it was sort of interesting. I had forgotten to put on my kayaking shirt before nightfall and when I finally got out of the boat I was wet and cold. As soon as I stopped paddling I guess hypothermia started to set in because I could not stop shaking. It was a good thing David had his truck at the ramp and could turn on the heat because I haven’t felt that cold in a long time. I don’t know how the racers did it who went unsupported because I certainly relied on Tim, David, and Sharon to take care of me in a lot of ways.

We decided to set the alarm for 5:00 and get an early start on Thursday. At the appointed hour David woke me up to tell me not to wake up – that the river was totally fogged in. I had really slept well but couldn’t do it any longer. Just too sore to stay lying down so I got up and started stretching and getting ready to go. Things finally cleared up and I was back in the boat at 7:45 and on the way to Jefferson City.
36 miles later I arrived at Jeff City to a hero’s welcome. A bunch of the family had come up to greet me and Sharon’s cousin runs a deli that was on the sand bar serving some wonderful food. I dawdled there way too long – from 1:00 until 2:15. The cutoff to get to Jeff City was 7:00 pm and the cutoff at Hermann (my next checkpoint was 10:00 am on Friday. I wasn’t in danger of winning this thing but still had plenty of time to finish.

Back on the water and off to Hermann – a 46 mile run to the next checkpoint. A mile or so downriver I came across my first barge.

My first barge transit

It was a big one, loaded and headed upriver. The perfect combination to make some big five and six foot waves. I thought I’d dodged the bullet on this one because it was in the channel across the river from me. So I took a couple of pictures and watched him move past. Then I realized I was drifting toward a wing dam. My choices were to try and go over the wing dam and risk tearing a hole in the bottom of the boat or moving out behind the barge – into the waves – and seeing what a sea kayak can really do. I took the second course of action and had a great time surfing through the big waves as they bounced back and forth off the banks of the river.

As evening came on the river started “tilting” again but nothing to worry about.

Nightfall on the river after Jefferson City

Wednesday and Thursday had been sunny with highs in the low 80s. Beautiful weather for being on the Missouri. After the first day I had gotten used to the whirlpools and boils and felt fairly comfortable on the river. I was able to read the it and understood where the channel would be and where the current would work for me. Still, by the end of my third day, and another 82 miles, I was tired and sore as I neared Hermann. I knew I was getting close, but I wasn’t sure. So I pulled to the side of the river to check on one of the mile markers the Corps of Engineers posts for the barge traffic. As I sat in the darkness figuring how close I was I heard the tremendously loud noise of a freight train bearing down on me. For a moment I just KNEW I was being run over by a train. But, wait a minute, I’m sitting in a boat on the river. Freight trains don’t run on the river. What the heck is going on? I was sitting at the base of a bluff, about fifteen feet below the train tracks that ran along the river. OK, panic time over and only about three miles to Hermann.

Unfortunately those same trains run right along the riverfront in Hermann. And about 25 feet from where all the racers had to camp. So every hour from midnight to 4:00 am a train would come by. I’d wake up and watch the tent shake from the wind, and fall back asleep.

Breeze compliments of Burlington Northern

At this point I was about 12 hours ahead of schedule. But we decided to go early on Friday so I was awake at 4:00 and on the water at 4:55. This is when things started to unravel for me and a lot of the other racers. I set out with two other boats and about a mile down river the fog dropped on us like a blanket. It was dark and we couldn’t see more then ten feet. Within a few minutes I looked around and realized I’d lost them and was alone. The only thing I could think to do was to sit quietly, drift, and listen for the sounds of moving water. Occasionally I’d hear rushing water and see a buoy pop up or a wing dam coming my way – and paddle like crazy to get away. It was nerve wracking. After a couple of hours of this I saw a spot on shore where I could pull off, stretch a bit, and wait. While I was there four guys in a couple of canoes saw my lights and joined me. They said they’d been paddling and kept seeing the shore off to their left. When it appeared for the third time they realized they’d already been past that stretch of river twice! They’d been caught in a large area of rotating water and going in circles. So the five of us stood there waiting for light and the fog to lift. We heard voices in the fog moving upriver as confused paddlers plowed away in the wrong direction. We called to them but cold not convince them they were going the wrong way. It was that disorienting out there.

Daylight and the fog it lifting - we think...

Soon after the sun came up the fog seemed to lift a bit and we decided to go for it – only to have the fog drop on us again. Once again we were left drifting and listening. Trying to figure out which way to go. At one point we were paddling “downstream” and hear loud water ahead. A bouy popped up about fifteen feet in front of us and we realized we had been paddling across the river instead of down it! It was a scramble to avoid hitting the thing. I didn’t get a picture of that one (a little busy at the moment) but took one later.

So the five of us spent several hours drifting and trying to guess which was was downstream…

Let's go this way, no let's go that way!

The whole thing was miserable and I guess we covered about five miles in five hours. We later met a guy who had resorted to hanging on to a tree branch in the darkness because he heard loud moving water, couldn’t get out of his kayak, and didn’t want to risk going through whatever was there. He finally had enough light to navigate the area but said he’d almost given up and called a rescue boat on his cell.

So much for an early start and a quick arrival at the finish line. But the rest of the day was great. One more barge (this time lightly loaded with not such bad waves) and I covered the 42 miles to Klondike checkpoint by 1:35. A quick stop and I was back on the river by 1:56 to cover the last 27 miles to the finish line.

Thankfully there was nothing exciting in those last miles. I finally saw the I-70 bridge and realized the finish line was just on the other side; that I’d have about 30 people waiting for me ready to scream and holler like crazy when I came in sight. Still I couldn’t help myself. I stopped paddling and just sat by myself, drifting in the Missouri River. For all the struggle I didn’t want it to end, so I took that time to savor the moment. As my friend Phil told me that moment was all mine and I wanted to think about it long enough to be sure I’d remember it. But all things end and I picked up the paddle for the last mile. What a great sight to see them standing there, and to hear them screaming my name. I hadn’t won anything. I hadn’t even come close to the middle of the pack. But it didn’t matter. The adventure had been great.

When I pulled up to the bank something happened again that had been happening all during the race. It wasn’t my family that pulled me from the boat but other racers who came to me. Men and women who had already endured days of punishment on the river and who were also tired and sore. But they were ready to help me – again. And my ground crew was there to help. These guys were also tired from lack of sleep and driving the backroads of Missouri to get to where I would be. This is a race like no other. I saw people who were racing to win – and who stood a good chance of winning – turn their boats around and go back up river to help others in need. I saw people pulling supplies from their own boats to give food and warm clothing to other racers who’d flipped their boats and were paddling on through the cold of the night. There were winners on the podium on Friday night, those who had paddled straight through and arrived in 35 or 40 hours. But I think I’m also a winner, with my time of 82 hours 20 minutes, because I had the chance to meet some of these people.

I’ve also been given the privilege of friends like you who believed in me way back last summer when I decided to do this. No job, no insurance, no boat, and you told me I could do this if I worked hard enough. Thanks to everyone who’s helped me and the people of Boileau, Haiti in so many ways.

Back in port for a while and glad to be here.

Ned

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9 responses to “Back in (Shreve) Port

  1. I love hearing all about it.. It was so much fun to travel along with you. I only wish I could have went on to St Louis to see you come in. What a wonderful journey this was. And for the people of Haiti, what a wonderful gift. Fantastic Job Captain Ned.

  2. What an adventure! What an accomplishment! You should be so proud of yourself, I know that I am proud to call you a friend.
    My whole body hurts just thinking about what you went through. I hope you are healing and feeling better soon.
    I am happy to support the Haitian Pilgrims with a donation in your name and spirit.
    Cathy

  3. Ned, bravo!
    Quando nós os conhecemos em St.Louis in 1969, eu vi que você era uma pessoa especial. E agora vendo sua aventura, sua endurance, vejo que você continua uma grande pessoa. Sua família deve se sentir orgulhosa de vc. Eu, com seu amigo, estou. Meus parabéns. Existem poucas coisas na vida das quais nos sentimos orgulhosos. Esta sua aventura é uma delas.
    abraços,
    R-S

  4. so glad my kids can witness time and time again that doing for others is the best thing you can do for yourself. we are so lucky to have such awesome people in our family – great role models! so thank you for being that for hannah and sam. they won’t know until they get a little older how truly SUPER their aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins really are. for them, this kind of behavior is normal–it’s what you’re supposed to do. and i love that!

  5. Congratulations to you, Ned, on a job well done. Your account of the race was great – felt like I experienced just a bit of it with you. Sounds like it was a life changing experience for you!

  6. Ned,

    Amazing perseverance. Thanks for letting all of us share in the experience. It’s lots of extra work to create the web/blog sites, do all the write-ups, etc. Also, thanks for your passion for helping the villagers in Haiti. Your adventure is a stunning achievement in numerous ways. Thanks.

    Mike

  7. I think you have the making for an inspirational book….I so enjoyed reading EVERYTHING you wrote! We’re so proud and thankful of the journey you included us on! Jan and Brian

  8. Ned,
    I was one of the guys on shore with you during the fog. Actually I’m the second from the left in the “which way to go” picture. I also saw the pick on the MR340 forum. It was definately a wild morning. We we’re happy to locate you on shore. The fog was so bad I didn’t think we would be able to dock the canoe. Had a great time. Let me know if you are doing it next year.
    Great blog. Keep in touch.

    • I can’t tell you how glad I was that you four came along. After we thought the fog was lifting and took off again it was your sense of humor that made that whole thing much easier for me. It was great paddling along with you all. I wish I could have seen you finish it up at St. Charles.

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