35th Annual Humber River Downriver Race - This race has been on my radar for several years since it's so cool to see familiar places from unfamiliar points of view. In this case, it's an unusual view of Toronto as you follow the Humber River from Islington and Finch to just south of Hwy 401 near Weston Rd.
Canoes and kayaks were welcome; the kayaks were all cool racing boats. We had our whitewater canoe.
It was a small crowd but friendly and cheerful. We could warm up in a small rapid beside the start.
Our long lost NZ buddy Frankenjack was there. :)
As total neophytes, we'd brought every kind of gear just in case - air bags, dry suits, wet suits, helmets, etc. As it turned out, there were people using every kind of gear that we'd brought, i.e. a couple of guys in dry suits and a guy in T-shirt and shorts, paddlers in helmets and in ball caps. We learned at check-in that we'd be doing a shorter route because they hadn't been able to access Rowntree Mill Park, so we'd miss the class 2 section and just do class 1 and flatwater. The water was fairly low so we could walk to shore if we somehow managed to get ourselves in trouble. We ended up leaving a lot of gear behind.
We started from an eddy at 1-minute intervals, canoes ahead of kayaks. 'Bent and I started 3rd and moved up to 1st position for several kilometers. That's not as great as it sounds since we didn't have the benefit of being able to watch another boat pick lines ahead of us. The moving water wasn't difficult - we just had to avoid some sweepers, shallow sections and a few bigger rocks. More important was looking for the fastest line. We were passed halfway through the race, first by a kayak or two, then by the canoe that started behind us. Although we'd said we weren't really trying to race, the competitive juices started flowing! We noticed that they had a faster cadence and switched sides every few strokes, so we tried to emulate their excellent technique. We also noticed that they were using a Kevlar canoe and two bent shaft paddles, and there wasn't much we could do about that. Not sure I would have wanted to use our Kevlar canoe anyway, since we scraped bottom a couple of times, but we should have had two bent shaft paddles. 'Bent (of all people) had argued against it beforehand because of the rocks. I used an old repaired bent shaft and 'Bent used a regular paddle.
Although we gave a good chase to the canoe that passed us, they held their lead and ended up beating us by a little over a minute. The finish line was a low key set-up just south of the 401 at Dee Ave.
Frankenjack finished with a big smile considering that he'd dropped some important gear in the river halfway down, so he's going to have to go for a chilly swim tomorrow. At least it won't be as bad as his diving for the Zastera paddle blade after "we" lost it in Georgian Bay in December.
The post-race atmosphere reminded me of a local orienteering meet so I felt right at home. A bunch of friendly people sharing an interest in a niche sport, wandering around a parking lot, changing clothes by their cars, chatting happily to friends and strangers, snacking on cookies and pop.
As novices, 'Bent and I put on our silver medals backwards. Don't be impressed - there weren't many of us in the canoe category!
One of the paddlers told me this was one of the longest races they do all year - it's clearly a sprinter's sport. It was a fun day out and we'd definitely do one again. The organizers asked us to bring our friends next time!