No sooner than my adrenaline died down...I approached the sweeping corner in the river where the mighty Namakan swings to the left...WEST.  My map showed a island almost blocking the river with small water passage on the N side.  Again, I failed to think, until i heard the sound of rushing water.  Where the hell was my life jacket?  I raced to throw it on as I was going to go over the 1-2 foot drop.  So this was squaw rapids....up close and personal style!  I think I said a few 4-letter utterances.  I remember a sick feeling as i went over, and my craft immediately swung broadside to the current?  Why?  I watched as my starboard gunwale entered the water...then water coming in....Another LOUD 4-letter scream.  Threw my body to port and she snapped back with about 50 galls of water inside.  Current then took me out of the rapid backwards like a whipped puppy.

I paddled to shore and drained.  Again shaken at how fast that came upon me, and I was not ready nor thinking.  Over the next two days I replayed it in my mind.  I had done what all novices do....I got scared and quit paddling.  The current had free-run of my craft.  I decided that the next rapids I was in would not be a suprise, and the water would be shallower....more recoverable from a mishap.  A dump here would have been disasterous had I lost my gear and food....or my boat!

Too shaken to take any pics.