25 March 2007
such a perfect day
telegram just in...the sun decided to come out regardless of all the neighborhood talk that it wouldn't...jen called and just in time, i think if i had napped anymore, well, that is all i would do. we went for a long walk in the pearl...i talked to kristina and we both are extremely excited that we can now rage the internet. a week from today, we head out to the mountain to tear it up some more. i can't wait!... i wonder what it was like to get messages via a telegram, back in the day. things seemed to me more to the point and none of this showing off how smart you are with lengthy and wordy sentences. :P
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photos: first one, back of roseland. second one, my herbs.
03.24.07
08:00 - wake up
08:15 - get dressed
08:30 - make breakfast (eggs and scones)
08:45 - fill the water bottles
09:00 - head over to friend's house; pick up kayaks; tie kayaks to roof rack; told that some people have died on this stretch of river . . .
09:30 - head to other friend's house; caravan to put-in point on river (they already dropped off a car at the take out point)
10:00 - zip up life jackets; first entry into river; relatively glassy surface
11:00 - hear the sound of busy traffic -- wait, is that rushing water? A waterfall? No, just a minor rapid -- class 1 or so.
11:30 - sound of rushing water again . . . yes!
12:30 - whoa, these rapids are getting a little more complicated
13:15 - take out and enjoy lunch/snacks
13:45 - where'd the river go?
14:00 - hit the big one -- class 5 when the water is normal or high; it was 1/3 of normal, so only one of us braved the flume -- the rest of us scampered down rock; I wiped out twice
14:30 - where's the bridge? the take out?
15:00 - seriously, where's the bridge?
15:45 - I see the bridge! Thank God!
16:00 - Take out
16:25 - Get to car
16:50 - Pick up kayaks and husband at take out point
17:50 - twenty minutes late to dinner
20:30 - about two hours late to evening event
HL
sounds like a busy fun-filled day! did you wear your helmet? ;)
and that's cute... pick up kayaks and husband :)
No, no helmet, though if I would have braved the major rapid area, I would have been wearing one, fo' sho.
Next time you're here, we should go out on the river. It was pretty amazing. The whole time, I kept thinking, how is it that I've lived here for so long and never knew this was here? Crazy.
HL
have you been to cloudland canyon yet? or splunking? (sp?) drive the blue ridge mountains too! i think there is a stretch of water too that the summer olympics used when competing. i'm not sure what the sport is called but it was with kayaks.
i explored the boutiques this weekend. so many stores, not enough money, hee...hee...
A flume is a waterwork with open water table, that leads water from a diversion dam or weir completely aside a natural flow, often an elevated box structure (typically wood) that follows the natural contours of the land. These have been extensively used in hydraulic mining, for the transportation of logs in the logging industry, electric power generation and to power various mill operations by the use of a waterwheel.
A flume can be used to measure the rate of flow, see Parshall flume.
In competitive swimming, specialized flumes with transparent sides are often employed by coaches to analyze a swimmer's technique. The speed of the flow is variable to accommodate the full spectrum of swimming styles and ability. Recently, flumes became available in the retail market for the use of lower-level swimmers. These down-scaled flumes are ideal for a swimmer trying to improve but without access to a pool, as they easily fit inside any moderately-sized room.
see also weir, hydraulic jump, critical flow, sub and super critical flow, and other beautiful unexpected physical realities of open channel flow.
MR
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