Norwegian Olympic Rafting Team
A short stop at a bbq shack in the middle of the smokey mountains triggered a chain of events culminating in us navigating a level 3 rapid unsupervised. The original plan had been to head as far west as possible when Simen’s stomach started to rumble and we settled down for cheeseburgers at a not strictly licensed food vendor. As we were settling into our meals we were approached by a native who was keen on sending us down the river the next day. Apparently we had stumbled upon a rafting mecca of sorts.
If we had felt a bit uneasy about being approached by our rather insistant new friend things didn’t get better when we check into our “Hitchcock” style motel after nearly getting mauled by a black bear en route (true story). Soon our fascination with the fireflies became more prevalent than our worry about axe murderers and we got a decent night’s sleep.
Despite our lack of guide and any form of instruction we handled the rapids like the true professionals the Road Trip ’09 crew are. The river will never see such awesomness again.
One Lonely Victim..
Semper Fi
Tags: extreme sports
You’re really a brave and fearless gang. True vikings! Appreciate that I got to know about this particullar event after it was all over. It all together sounded a little bit scarry. But again you
handled it so well. Really good photos. Did you bring your own cameraman?
The guy we met worked as a photographer, I think it was he who took them. We also brought Martin’s camera in the boat, so we got some pictures there as well.
Thks for your good info, Eivind. Hopefully we’ll be some of the “non-professional” photos from this awsome ride down the rapids at a later date.
Where you able to catch a moment of fear – I wonder? Or did you stay as cool as you look, all the way?