By Jay Young
I sat quietly at my desk and chewed a pen as I pondered an email I was about to send out to the Songer and Adventures On the Gorge recipient lists. The email in question was to be all about spring rafting on the New River, which is a curious animal.
Once upon a time, spring was the busiest time of year on the New. Adventurers came from all over in April and May to raft, because that’s when the water is highest and the waves are biggest. At some point in time, the Upper Gauley became the money run, but the New at this time of year is still my favorite. Think of all the really big waves on the Gauley—Iron Curtain, Hawaii 5-oh, Lower Mash, Lower Stairstep. Those are some pretty crushing hits, but how many of them are out there? The real excitement from the Gauley comes from the isolation of her gorge and the frenetic nature of her tightly-packed rapids with screaming turns and must-make moves in virtually all of them. If you like waves, though—I mean humongous, boat-eating, face-shot waves—then really the New in the spring is where it’s at. Roller-coaster haystacks are a dime a dozen when the water gets up around 12k cfs, and at 20k cfs and higher, it’s a wave-hunter’s paradise. Whereas the Gauley is all about technique and timing, the New this time of year is all about aggression and power. There’s nothing like hitting van-sized wave after van-sized wave as hard as 8 people can possibly paddle!
But I digress. I needed photos of spring rafting, but nothing I had looked really good.
You might think that’s a bad thing, but it isn’t. It means I need to leave my desk and go get photos. And this time, I grabbed my Shredder (a 2-person frameless cataraft that I affectionately call the Black Pumpkin) and Songer’s Melanie Seiler. Trevor Coffmann, who heads our video-boating team, joined us along with Brandon (another Songer guide) and his friend Daniel.
We decked the Black Pumpkin out in three Go-Pro cameras, each set to snap a frame every 2 seconds. There was one on the bow looking back at us, one on the stern looking forward and one on my paddle shaft. Unfortunately, the SD cards in the paddle cam and the stern cam decided to not be formatted correctly (a stupid mistake on my part). They filled after a pic or two each. The bow cam had a nice big card, but Upper Railroad, the first big rapid of the day, destroyed the rigging. Ugh.
Enter Trevor, who had GoPro mounts on both his helmet and his kayak. He took over the cameraman job, a role with which he’s well versed, and saved the day!
Click the photos to see larger versions.
From top to bottom and left to right…
- Melanie and I looking for the tongue through Upper Railroad.
- Me trying in vain to fix the rigging for the bow camera.
- Trevor saves the day!
- Riding the fluffy freight train in Middle Keeney, with big waves all the way to the horizon.
- Kickin’ it out in Lower Keeney.
- Sitting on a monster’s back in Dudley’s Dip… seconds before it curled, broke and landed in Trevor’s lap.












