British Columbia’s Longest Paddle Race

It’s our second day on Lake Revelstoke. My shoulders are on fire from paddling frantically, I’m sick of counting to ten over and over, and I’m thirstier than I’ve ever been in my life while simultaneously needing to pee desperately.

I was asked at the last minute to paddle in the first-ever Dave Thompson Paddlesport Classic, 125 kilometers from Mica Creek to Revelstoke Dam with six portages over three days: the longest paddle race in British Columbia. The organizer, Bill Pollock, asked me to participate and then tell the story of the Classic. He even offered me his racing canoe and paddles if I entered.

Day 1 - Dave Thompson Paddlesport Classic
Day 1 – Dave Thompson Paddlesport Classic
Day 2 - Dave Thompson Paddlesport Classic
Day 2 – Dave Thompson Paddlesport Classic
Day 3 - Dave Thompson Paddlesport Classic
Day 3 – Dave Thompson Paddlesport Classic

There were just two hitches

1) I’d only known my teammate for 72 hours, and 2) I’d never raced a canoe.

To sort out the first hitch, Nathanael and I met for beers to make sure we wouldn’t kill each other in a canoe for three days. He’d been thinking about entering the race, and when Pollock sent out feelers for a partner for me, he jumped on the opportunity.

I asked him about his paddling experience, and he admitted to being a proficient whitewater kayaker and raft guide. The next day I watched him run a series of big drop class IV rapids at the Jordan River Fest in Revelstoke and decided I felt totally comfortable with him in a flatwater canoe. He was overqualified, if anything.

I’d been paddling packrafts and rowing fully-loaded rafts on whitewater myself for years in the Pacific Northwest. I also used to guide student trips down the Lower Colorado River in aluminum canoes.

Between our combined boating experience and the added bonus of our borrowed lightweight racing canoe, Nathanael and I joked, How hard can flatwater canoeing be? Actually… what if we could WIN this thing?

Droolworthy views along Day 2. Photo: Katya Rade
Droolworthy views along Day 2. Photo: Katya Rade

Winning ambitions

Then we showed up to the put-in at Mica Creek at 7am on Day One. There were only 6 canoe racing teams, and all of them actually had racing experience, some with upwards of 20 years of it under their belts. We watched the first wave of SUPs and recreational boats take off, and mentally took stock of our formidable competition.

We realized right off the bat that our cockiness was our first mistake.

We lined up loosely on the water at the start line for the second wave, waiting nervously for Pollock to blow his whistle.

At 82, Pollock is a venerated whitewater and flatwater guide and decorated racer. He’s paddled the Adirondack Canoe Classic 20 times, placing in class 14 of those, along with racing the Raisin River, Jock River, and the General Clinton. Earlier this year, he founded the Revelstoke Paddlesports Association to bring the dispersed paddling community there together. In short, he’s something of a legend in the paddling world, and we were somewhat intimidated to be racing his boat.

The recreational wave takes off. Photo: Rob Buchanan
The recreational wave takes off. Photo: Rob Buchanan

Pollock blew his whistle to signal to start, and Nathanael and I took off in a burst of mediocrity. We were quickly left in the wake of the real racers, confused as to why our effortful paddle strokes weren’t yielding more distance, while sort-of-politely and definitely-unsuccessfully offering each other totally uninformed advice for troubleshooting.

Our second mistake was not treating this like a race.

I’ve done my fair share of races, from adventure races (even winning the women’s category of the Grizzly Man with my teammate) to bike races to running relays, and I should have known to treat hydration and food seriously.

We learned that in canoe racing, there’s no time to scratch your nose, let alone reach for a water bottle, screw it open, pour it desperately into your mouth (missing most of it), screw it closed again, and toss it somewhere in the bottom of the boat. And unwrap a granola bar and eat it? Forget it. We longed enviously for the real racers’ sophisticated hydration systems with long tubes that went straight to their mouths, filled with powdered calories. Our assumption that flatwater canoeing “wasn’t that hard” was quickly coming back to bite us in the ass.

Finding our strength

But then we hit the first portage. Nathanael hoisted the canoe over his head, I gathered our paddles and gear, and we ran. Turns out portages were our strength, and the only time we’d actually pass other racing teams. We became scarily adept at unwrapping granola bars one-handed and shoving them in our mouths as we sprinted, miraculously avoiding aspirating on crumbs.

The joy of finally figuring out how to paddle. Photo by Rob Buchanan
The joy of finally figuring out how to paddle. Photo by Rob Buchanan

The obvious question arises, “Why would you need to portage on a lake?” First, any excuse to get out of the boat on a 125km race is totally welcome (for me, anyway). Second, Pollock designed the course to follow the submerged Columbia River, with its twists and turns before it was flooded with the twin dams we were paddling between. The Big Bend Highway was flooded along with the river, the original Trans-Canada before the iconic route through Rogers Pass was built. The portages ran on ruined stretches of the old Big Bend, rising from the waters for brief stretches for our portages before plunging into their glacial depths again, where we’d take flying leaps into our canoe and resume our less-than-impressive paddling.

Fluid motion

Finally, on Day Three, Nathanael and I hit our stride. We’d finally learned to paddle correctly by gratefully accepting tips from the real racers. But the biggest advantage? We were locals, and we knew this last stretch of lake close to town like it was our backyard. We sprinted all-out for the finish once we hit our landmarks. We even beat two teams that day.

Glaciated peaks of Lake Revelstoke. Photo: Rob Buchanan
Glaciated peaks of Lake Revelstoke. Photo: Rob Buchanan

So, the moral of the story is that if you’re new to canoe racing, always let your paddle partner carry the boat on portages. And make sure to practice eating several granola bars while sprinting. That’s all you need to know. Really.

Learn more about the Dave Thompson Paddlesport Classic and join me for my return attempt in 2018! I’m looking for a partner now that I’m such a pro paddler.

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