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I was very excited for this trip as I headed out to the Yough as we had a nice group for this year. We had 10 scheduled for rafting, 4 in double duckies, and 5 hard boaters. I had heard there was to be some rain scheduled for sometime after our arrival on Thursday night but the rest of the weekend was to be nice. The river was to be just under 2 feet for Friday’s raft trip but Mother Nature ran her path of fury over the area Thursday night (putting Walt in his car to finish out his night and starting the destruction of Kate and Mark’s canopy).
Friday morning I called the outfitter to discover that the water level had rose to the point that they were not allowing any self guided rafts on the river Friday. They were doing guided rafts and Mike, Kathy, Ben and Brian went on the noon guided raft trip. Expected river levels were to rise to up to 8 feet (they never made it quite that high with I believe slightly under 7 feet for Friday). The outfitter told me that they send guided rafts out to 10 feet. The rest of us did some sightseeing of the amazing power of water in that area and Mark, Kate and Andrew headed to their WV biking destination. Which I heard was an adventure in itself which I am sure he will tell this story sometime.
As we all gathered around the campfire at Friday night’s picnic we talked about the amazing amounts of water that were left behind.
We monitored the radar and weather and had planned on some of us running the Middle on Saturday for the planned trip. So about 10:30 we headed to bed. I believe I eventually dozed off slightly and woke up to hear rumbling. Knowing that there was 0% chance of rain I assumed that this was down in WV. However, after about an hour or so of rumbling and now knowing that after looking at the radar I knew that we were in for another huge storm. I also knew that I had slept thru the Thursday night storm and being awake and now knowing what the radar showed I knew there was no chance I would sleep thru this one. The rain came (and tons of it) I worried about everyone staying dry and about the boy scouts that had just arrived earlier that day. I worried about the roots of the large trees and the wet branches. After the storm slowed down I later fell asleep and woke up to some noises. I opened my tent window and saw a light shining around Lydia’s tent and just assumed it was some distant lightening. However, only to find out in the morning that a pool of water on her canopy let loose and had gotten her all wet in her bed. So she ended up at 2:30 heading to sleep the remaining night in the truck.
Saturday the Middle trip was cancelled due to the fact that the river had rose to 9.07 feet so at that point whoever was left was just going to do their own thing and head home a day early. So quite the adventurous non boating weekend with the total destruction of Kate and Mark’s canopy, Joe’s wife cookie container getting attacked by something who liked cookies and Vince’s coolers food getting visited by some unknown animal who knew how to open it up.
So we all arrived home a day early to start the drying out process. All in all not a wasted weekend as it was interesting to see what Mother Nature can do.
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