But Sunshine has a mystique. Every hard paddler has seen a photo. A 10 foot falls that crashes down on a rock shelf, which causes a claymore mine explosion of water into the air. There is exactly one boat-width of salvation on the left or the right. Either direction is a classic cross current move to the lip. Losing your angle risks losing your legs.
The stories are legendary and relentless. Millions of tales from the first D to attempts at 'gapping' the shelf and onto the discovery of the left line. Crashes have occurred backwards, hairy side down, and pancake flat onto the anvil. Over the years, nearly imperceptively the pillow shrank, the little wave got bigger, and the right eddy became stronger - or so I've been told as I'm no local. The left line became the new right line. Legends echo up the gorge and through the foliage on a summer day.
My skills have equaled this drop for a long time. My first Gorilla spanking was in 2004. I had boofed my way down the Green at midnight with just slivers of moonlight in the weeks before this photo. I have been paddling class V for 10 years on three continents, 5 countries and 17 states. I guess all of the experience gave me the patience to wait for just the right day and I was able to truly savor the flavor. Or maybe it just makes me a pansy? That is a razor thin line that never gets clearer with age.