Gore Canyon
October 5, 2003

     Sunday, Mayo and I headed to Gore. Hooked up with some good guys from Steamboat, who knew the Canyon well. Everything was going great until Tunnel, where I swam (and upon review, I should've stuck it out a little longer, and I would've been OK -- that pisses me off!), Mayo dropped his helmet in the river (never to be seen again) and I crushed my ear on a rock between Tunnel and Toilet Bowl. Ruptured ear drum. Season over.

     Many thanks to the guys (Steve, Bobber, Nick and ?) who picked up the pieces!

     These are just movies (large files, beware!), and I did break out my sequence at Tunnel to see what went wrong. (Two things: too far river left, and then thinking I'm in the big ass hole, when my boat is actually working it's way out on its own.)

Steve, "sneaking" Gore. Movie.	Bobber. Movie.
Bobber ender. I had to pull this picture from the movie, because it was pretty impressive seeing a CFS get back-endered.	Nick?
Bobber in Tunnel -- movie.	Me, Tunnel, swimming, but note I did help Mayo back up!
The sequence of what went wrong for me, it was easier to see when I broke it out like this -- probably not interesting to anybody else.