Alumni Retrospective: Caleb!

what year did you join?
2013

had you gone whitewater boat ridin’ before?
Nope

what made you want to be apart of the club?
I joined because David was showing a cool video at the Club Fair.

what made you stay?
I really liked kayaking!

favorite on-river memory:
My first time at Moosefest, we came up on Froth Hole without realizing it. I was right behind someone who knew the line, so I got through fine, but there were like 20 people in the water (and most of them were not CUWKers).

favorite off-river memory:
Stopping at grocery stores on the way home from trips and passing around half gallons of ice cream in the van.

any close calls?
Hitting my head while attempting to cartwheel down flume.

favorite boat in the closet:
The Green All Star

is whitewater still apart of your life?
Of course!

Empanada Excursion

Instead of hitting some sick boofs and stomping the gnar, this weekend we opted to hike at Breakneck Ridge. We figured a beautiful hike on a sunny day in Cold Springs, NY would surely be warmer than white water boat ridin’ on some frosty waves.

We were wrong. Looking out over the cliffs became a very dangerous venture as the strong winds threatened to send us careening over the edge. Sheets of ice made the scrambles extra scrambly and the falling icicles rocketed directly towards our skulls. Luckily, we made it out alive with a just few scrapes and more than a few bruised bums. We discovered a completely frozen-through pond and celebrated not slipping on it and busting our faces with some delicious challah bread.

As with most CUWK adventures, this trip was really about the food afterwards. We drove our sweaty selves to Rincon Argentino and enjoyed an obscene number of empanadas, tres leches cake, flan, and gelato. 10/10 will chow down again soon.

CUWK takes the Grand!

Nine of our current members + alumni were recently blessed with the opportunity to take on the Colorado River from Lee’s Ferry to Diamond Creek. From January 2nd to the 20th, we kayaked, rowed, and sometimes swam through some of the best whitewater in America. This trip was a year in the making and the thorough prep work done by our fearless permit holder and TL definitely paid off. For the first few nights, temperatures hovered around a balmy 5 degrees. Luckily, the cold *somewhat* relented for the second half of the trip and we escaped the granite prison with all of our toes still attached (and barely any scurvy!). The 226 miles of wide, high-volume water were so different than our usual New England runs but a pleasure to paddle nonetheless.

Photo by Noah Larky