A bad pin (rescuer perspective):
On Sunday, fresh from a quick trip over Steven's pass to the Wenatchee and a Miller run our group of 7 paddlers decided to head up the Foss River of the Skykomish drainage, we set shuttle at a bridge downstream on the South Fork Sky and headed all the way up to the upper put in bridge to start, not knowing anything really about the run. Some of us luckily managed to weave our way through all the log jams early on without exiting our boats, probably made possible by the low water.
As we got to the first couple rapids and eddy hopped our way down it was apparent this river has wood everywhere in it, but it all seemed avoidable. Then we came to what I understand is Ken and Barbie. The first larger single drop was clean and lots of fun, the rapid following that ended in a boulder fence before a pool and going over another 5ish foot ledge. It was in the left side of the boulder fence and underwater that some wood was featured. Denny noticed it going down the rapid first, followed by me, we tried to point to people to stay right but that wasn't always happening. Annie got her PFD snagged on it briefly, then Scott came down last only to eventually end on a dead stop midstream pinned horizontally, bow facing river right and hull facing upstream. Luckily his head was mostly out of the water, although getting splashed frequently. 5 of us were there with one person having gone downstream after the paddle only to swim in the rapid after but getting to shore quickly. People quickly mobilized. Turns out Scott's legs were pinned in his bow by a log coming in there through his cockpit, the boat may have partially collapsed under the water pressure as well.
At this point 3 of us were on river right with 2 on river left, which was the division of labour for a majority of the rescue. After communicating with Scott to find out the issue we quickly set up a series of bags across the river to make it easier for Scott to hold his body up out of the water. At this same time I went to work on a quick 3-1 pulley system from river right that Scott managed to attach to the small grab loop on the right side of his Dagger Nomad cockpit. This didn't provide enough power so Ben ended up making up a 5-1 pulley system.
The bags across the river presented an issue as 1 was anchored to a tree while the other needed constant tension from someone positioned in the water. This entire time Scott was trying to wiggle his legs loose. Finally after about an hour we were able to set up and pull enough length with the 5-1 to loosen the boat enough for Scott to become partially free and in a better position of sitting on his boat, though less stable and with one leg still stuck. By this point Scott had cut through his spraydeck and one of his shoes.
With this new position a new direction of pulling was required. Scott took the river left half of the bags that were strung across and attached it to his stern grab loop. It was then pulled with a 3-1 while Scott wiggled free slowly, which did take some time. Towards the end Tegan was downstream with a bag in anticipation of him swimming down, and I had joined Alison on river left. Finally after about 45 minutes in this second position Scott managed to free himself and swim downstream to shore safely on river left. He was shivering heavily, very cold especially his hands. I offered him gloves and a fruit bar while Alison and I rubbed him and applied body heat. The entire ordeal happened through varying periods of rain, cloud cover and sun with the temperature hovering around 10-15 degrees celsius. The water was quite cold.
Of course at this point, this meant that Scott would need to be somehow taken to river right to extract. Downstream was a calmer spot and Denny, Alison and I ended up roping him across after he'd rested and regained some energy. Luckily his boat and all the materials used besides a throwbag and his paddle were recovered as well. His boat was still in great condition.
4 people walked out after that while Denny, Annie and myself continued downstream to try and find his paddle. Everyone was ok and cold beers were waiting! Once we all got together again and also ran into Brett we gathered in Monroe for some Mexican food as well, happy to be back in warmer confines.
Some lessons learned that day, at least by me:
- Drysuits and creeking go well together. If Scott hadn't had a drysuit it's doubtful he could have had energy to function as long as he did in the cold water. Not to mention myself and other rescuers who spent periods of time immersed in water for various reasons. We all had drysuits on this trip luckily, and I think I'll wear mine more readily in the future.
- Dagger Nomad hardpoints. This instance proved the benefit of the Nomad's hardpoints which are on either side of the cockpit, not many other boats have these. They are in an easy to reach position for the boater. Also of note is the lack of a close bow grab loop like the Mamba has despite the fact there are 2 bolts right there in newer models. We also wondered the effect if Scott was in his other boat that day, a Prijon Pure, which has no step out pillar down the center, would this have allowed the boat to cave in or given him more room to free himself?
- Rescue gear. Do not underemphasize the importance of carrying rescue gear in all instances when it could possibly be necessary. It was a blessing that so many of us had so much rope, prussiks, pulleys, carribeaners, first aid kits, gloves, food on us to help out in this situation. It highlighted the good idea of having 2 throwbags as we ran out at one point.
- Spectra rope. There is no way the 5-1 pulley system would have been effective without strong sprectra rope throwbags. Luckily I'd just recently purchased and started carrying one, expensive but worth it.
- River rescue skills. It is my understanding, and was clearly demonstrated that all of us present had some kind of swiftwater rescue training and knew the basics of what to do in this situation. These skills are necessary on rivers, and not to be underplayed.
- Be ready. These things will happen when you least expect it, this wasn't class V whitewater we were in, but visible wood everywhere made people vigilant for sure.
- Helplessness. I and others found ourselves feeling somewhat helpless in this situation, luckily the rescuee had his head on his shoulders and could direct traffic and help. Unfortunately he was the only one who could free himself to an extent as he could still breathe and function, for us this meant a lot of waiting and feeling like you weren't doing enough, I believe this is only natural but it's important not to try and do too much. The important thing is to work together and make smart decisions. Had Scott been underwater and unable to contribute this would have completely changed the dynamic of the rescue. Time is the greatest asset to use or lose.
Hopefully this experience can help others for future rescues.
Foss Creek pin (rescuee perspective):
Adam and I scouted the "Ken" rapid on Foss Creek on river right while the rest of the group scouted river left. We both went first and had fun clean lines down the left chute boofing onto the pillow and riding out through a couple wave holes to eddy out on river right at the base. After regrouping, the seven of us proceeded to eddy hop down to the top of "Barbie" and drop in one at a time. I ended up in the back sweeping as I had been for most of the run. I could see the first ones down had signalled to go right, and we were on the general lookout for a piece of wood in this area, although there had been lots of wood on the whole run already. Some of the folks going down the right looked like they had a bumpy ride, so I thought to enter centre and move right. Apparently there were some wood signals at this time, but I did not see them, perhaps due to the boulder fence blocking the view. As I entered the rapid, I noticed the right channel did look bumpy and the left one looked a bit smoother. I hesitated for a second before committing to the right channel. Around the time of this hesitation I noticed a log end sticking out of the water just downstream of me. While still trying to get right, I'm afraid there was probably a bit of a tractor beam effect as I stared at this log, which I ended up hitting on my left side as I made a downstream move to the right.
The log was pointing upstream
at a ~45 degree angle to the shore towards river right, with a slight upstream
inclination and its top end just out of the water, middle part wedged against
the midstream boulder, and bottom end probably lodged underwater on the river
left shore. So it was completely across the left channel at an unknown depth,
and mostly blocking the centre channel, which was small and pinny anyhow. I
stopped and was braced high-siding on the log to prevent getting swept under.
In retrospect, at this time I should have probably taken an aggressive right
back stroke to spin off and go down the left channel, backwards and probably
out of control. As it was, I eyed up the centre channel (small and twisting),
while side-surfing a brace against the log. At this point the end of the log
(about 6-8 inches in diameter) pushed through my spray skirt and came into the
cockpit of the boat (Nomad 8.5). This quickly turned into a somewhat stable but
very unfortunate braced position with my left arm on the log, a strong
downstream lean, and the boat sideways or pointing slightly upstream towards
river right. The boat was almost entirely submerged, and I was getting strongly
buffeted in the chest by the current. My head was out of water but would get
splashed and knocked around regularly. It would get closer to the surges and
have less air if I relaxed, I had to prop myself up on my left arm to keep an
upright posture further out of the water.
As soon as I got stuck I saw
the group jump out of their boats and boulder hop back upstream a short
distance up to where I was. I couldn't do anything to move the boat off the
log, so after a couple minutes or so tried to throw my paddle on river left
shore (about 15 feet away?) but missed and it went off downstream. Even with my
hands and pushing off the log and rocking I couldn't move the boat. I felt
around a bit more and found that the log was coming over my left thigh, and was
under the front deck pushed up against my right leg, with the rubber rand of
the sprayskirt encircling the log end tightly. Deck was off the cockpit rim at
this point, in the front at least, probably from the log. This is when I
realized it was going to take a group effort to get anything to move.
Ben threw me a rope from
river right (25 feet away?), and I must have temporarily clipped this to
something, but I can't remember what. Then I twisted around downstream onto the
back deck so I could see river left, and Alison threw me a rope as well,
neither tangling that bad. I connected these two bags with my tow leash carabineer
and put it under my armpits; the people on shore added tension to help keep me
more upright in the surging current.
Stabilized, we considered the
options a bit, and I thought the only way off was to pull the boat in the
direction of the end of the log, so that the cockpit would get pulled off the
end. This direction was upstream and towards river right, the direction I was
facing, but also against most of the current. We were short on bags because
they had to double up on some in order to extend the stabilization line. I was
able to feel around the log and barely reach the two clips holding my bag in
with one hand, and grab it. Anytime I did stuff down in the cockpit or skirt
area my head would go mostly under the water pillow flowing over the boat, but
I still had an air pocket. I tried to throw my closed bag to Ben on the river
right shore, but fell just short. Adam was able to recover the bag in the eddy
below before the next drop.
They then threw it back to
me, and I made a bit and attached it to the very small rail on the right
(upstream, high) gunnel bar on the side of the cockpit, which was underwater, with
a locking biner from my PFD. I was also considering using one of the stern
security bars for more of a pivoting pull angle, but I could only reach the
stern by twisting downstream and then just barely. I would have to receive the
bag, twist around, attach it, and get the rope over my head and to stay on the
upstream side of the boat without getting tangled - seemed too risky. So I just
went for the simplest attachment on the right side of the cockpit. Ben and Adam
pulled on this rope with no effect, set up a 3:1 with little to no effect.
Around this time I grew more paranoid about the skirt encircling the log end,
and tried to take the skirt off, which was too awkward, so I cut it off across
the middle of the deck area. Meanwhile Ben etc. had set up a 5:1, and continued
pulling on the boat. It did begin to move slightly, and sort of pulled away
towards river right slowly as I stayed in a similar position against the log.
Eventually I was almost
sitting on the back rim of the cockpit, but the log was now very strongly
pressed on my left groin, and still blocking my right leg from getting out, but
just barely. I felt around more and could feel my knee and right leg in between
the log and rim through about a 2-3 inch gap (not enough, I have big legs). I
didn't have much feeling left in my legs at this point, so I thought maybe they
were just half-assed. I grabbed the leg drysuit material with my hands and
tried to rip the right leg out through the crack while rocking, but this did
not work either. I tried pushing down as hard as I could on the back deck of
the boat and the log and pulling my legs out or twisting, but could not.
Around this time (~1 hour?) I
noticed I was starting to get really quite tired. It was pretty hard to make
the efforts to squirm out anymore, and I could barely grab things with my
hands. I tried keeping my hands out of the water, and would go somewhat limp
for a couple minutes and focus on breathing and gathering energy before another
attempt to squirm out. I hadn't noticed Denny for quite a while, so I thought
he may have gone for help. I imagined that search and rescue with a huge team
could be arriving any minute. I looked at the water on the downstream side,
which was where most of my air was, and the flattish water was still not too
close to my face (maybe 1-2 ft?). I considered that the water could be coming
up, and the surging nature of the rapid would make this pretty scary at times.
I did have the stabilization line still, so I could probably hang out for a
while. But, I realized that the coldness of the water was probably catching up
quicker than expected even with a drysuit and fleece suit on. So I kept trying
to squirm out even though it seemed to be really eating into my strength.
Around this time feeling
around I found another log about 1 ft underwater supporting the upper log,
almost 90 degrees to the current, which I could push off as well. Finally, with
the river right crew pulling and me squirming, maybe with a river surge or
something, my right leg unexpectedly came out. Immediately I could sit up on my
left leg and the log and felt a lot better, my whole upper body was now totally
out of the water, and could breathe easily and almost relax. The boat shifted a
bit, maybe going more completely crossways to the current and flattening out a
bit. The surf unfortunately did not seem quite as stable as the log end was no
longer wedged in the cockpit. Everyone (including me) got really excited, but
unfortunately my lower left leg was still trapped, in a new position.
My left knee was on the back
of the cockpit rim, left shin pressed under the log, and left foot
caught/pressed against the end of the seat. As it settled into this position
there was enormous pressure on my shin with shooting pains, and I was worried
it would comprimise my ability to focus or even break my lower leg. It kind of
stabilized though, and I was able to see that we now needed to pull the boat
towards river left to open the gap.
I took the stabilization line
(which I didn't really need anymore), and detached the river right side (maybe
just chucking it in the water? – oops sorry Ben). I took the river left side
attached my tow biner to the stern bar. While Adam and Alison set up a 3:1 on
RL, I untied my left shoe which was kind of caught on the edge of the seat. I
could only use one hand and it wasn’t really working, so I ended up cutting off
the shoe as well. During the rescue I also chucked my elbow pads, which were
getting washed down to my wrists, and lost my gloves which were tucked in my
PFD. Once river left crew started a strong pull, the boat moved easily and my
leg was out.
At this point I did not
really look to shore crew for communication as maybe I should have. I was
sitting on the boat and straddling the log, with 3 ropes still attached to the
boat and in the water with some loose bag ends, sitting on a log in a Class 4
rapid with another log underneath. I decided to get out of there ASAP before
the possibility of getting tangled or falling down into the logs. I got up on
the upper log with my feet on the crosswise underwater log, then scooted down
the log in a barely controlled manner as it deepened, and flopped forward
through V between the log going to RL, and the boulder to the R. I landed in
the RL chute and slid down without hardly hitting anything. I was glad to make
this chute, as the narrow center slot looked twisting and appeared to land on a
rock. I surfaced and did a strong overhand swim towards RL, depsite RR
downstream safety, as I was just closer to this side. I was able to grab a rock
only about 20-30 ft downstream, and lay gasping for breath in the water.
Adam and Alison helped me out
of the water as feeling came back to my legs. I started shivering
uncontrollably for 5-10 minutes. Finally I could put weight on my legs again.
As Ben and RR crew pulled the boat in, I went about 200 ft downstream to a
calmer area, and Denny and Alison pendulumed me over. Half the group hiked out
RR to the road, which was nearby. I could walk fine and was just really tired.
Later I had bruising: left
elbow and sore shoulder from propping, left chest from stabilization line,
right leg from log, deep bruise in left groin on my pubic bone from log
(luckily the important stuff was out of the way!). The worst though was my left
lower leg from the short-lived second pin position. There was not much visible
bruising, but the lower leg swelled up huge, almost twice normal size with
almost an inch of fluid over the shinbone (and everywhere else). It still worked
though and I was able to go for a 10 km hike two days later, so pretty
unscathed considering.
People ask if I will change
my behaviour or learned anything from this. I tried a more aggressive line
above a hazard and got my ass handed to me, when really I probably should have
just bumped down the far right. I think the overabundance of wood on the run in
general was something that should have given us more pause (although we were
being careful). I got a bit complacent with watching signals, and only saw the
right signal, missing the later signal to look or go hard right after Annie had
a close call with the log on her run. I had a great line on the previous rapid
and think this boosted my confidence more than necessary. Getting as much beta
about runs beforehand as possible. Staying away from some that have known
dangers perhaps?
Luckily we had a solid group,
enough gear between us. I had also recently put the front float bags in my
boat, and gotten a better throw bag, and was thankful I had finally done these
things. I would probably still be there without the focused and skilled efforts
of the group to get me off, so make sure you trust your group and that they
have proper equipment and training.
Thanks everyone! Paddle hard
and be safe.
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| Scott's deck after. Photo by Scott |
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| Looking down on the Ken part of Ken and Barbie. Photo by Annie |
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| Scott in his later positioning in Barbie. Photo by Annie |
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| From downstream. Photo by Annie |
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| Holding it together. Photo by Annie |
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| Scott's leg the next day. Photo by Scott |
