Waho, you just flashed me back, way back actually, close to 40 years.
A friend talked me into a canoe trip from Port Jervis, NY to Easton, Pa o the Delaware River. It was over 60 miles and we had just Saturday and Sunday to traverse it. It started out bad as we were supposed to meet about two hours earlier than when he showed up and, when he did, the canoe was the most beat up thing I ever saw.
The reason he was late was that the canoes where he was going to rent from was sold out and the only thing he could find was what he arrived with. My ex took us up to the starting point after dropping a car off where we were going to exit the river on Sunday. The boat had too much gear in it for its condition but we were dedicated to the plan.
I had never canoed the upper end of the Delaware so I didn't know what to expect. As it turned out, the first day was very hot and very calm water with very few rapids to help chew up the miles. Between the calm water and his wanting to stop a lot to take pictures, we were running way behind where we should have been to pitch camp at 5 PM. He wanted to stop but I was insistent we had to get at least close to the half way point.
It was nearly dusk when we came off the water and quickly set up camp. We agreed to get up early and get on the river as quickly as possible to make up time. He said the river was much quicker from here on out and he was right. We were moving much faster and churning up miles as we approached Foul Rift. I found this video of the rift that either the water was deeper or these kayakers were going down the Jersey side. We took the PA side.
Like I said, I never went through it before but I had heard about it. I told him I thought we should put on our life jackets but he assured me it wasn't that bad and we'd be fine. Had we gone down the Jersey side, we would have been. However, in a matter of seconds we were literally paddling for our lives. There were exposed rock everywhere and riding low in the water. How we ever got thru, I'm still not sure. At the bottom there were canoes broken up with people gathering what they could from the water, quite a few of them. Our friendship pretty much ended after that trip though. I liked adventure, just not risking my life to find it.
The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful until we got to Easton. It must have been a little after 7 PM when we got there and to get off the river close to our car was below where the Lehigh River emptied into the Delaware generating a strong current. Our first attempt was to late and we were pushed past our landing. Exhausted, we had to paddle upstream on the Jersey side where the current was the easiest to paddle against and go back far enough so that we could get to the PA side before we were again pushed too far. Thank goodness our estimates were right. I really don't think I could have handled a third attempt.
Besides the exhaustion, had to deal with a sun burn for the next several days. Just thinking about it now, I think that was my last trip down either canoeing or tubing.