Often we gingerly approached a rapids from the side, and got out to look it over. At one point, Ed and Tony misjudged the force of the water and started to get pulled down the shoot. Tony jumped out to try and hold the kayak back, but lost his footing. The kayak with Ed in front were sucked down, with Tony behind. Ed and the kayak fared OK other then being turned around. Tony wasnt so lucky. His leg smashed against a rock, which we later found out tore ligaments in the right knee.
We often would use the long lines on front and the rear of the kayaks to line the kayaks through the rapids. Then we would climb over the river banks and meet the kayaks below the rapids. it was important to keep hold of the lines or the kayak could easily get away. One time the trailing line got away from us. Fortunately, the line hung up in the rock near the base of the rapids. Ed and Tony repeatedly tried to free the line without luck. Then Tony attempted to pull himself up the line to try and dislodge it from the rocks. The closer he got to the rapids, the stronger was the undertow. At one point, the undertow was so strong that it sucked Tony under and held him there. Fortunately he still had hold of the line and was able to pull himself out. Eventually they had to cut the line to free it.
...while Ed secured his equipment in the front of the kayak, the river rose 1 inch...
At one point, a major tributary entered the Sibun. Jim was obviously agitated as we slowly made our way to the confluence. Jim remembered this spot as a small feeder stream on previous trips. Now it was a muddy raging torrent. Once past this spot, there would be no turning back for shelter. We checked the surrounding hills for a place of refuge...but saw nothing but steep hillsides. The river might not be rising, but we had no frame of reference to measure, and no one wanted to stop.