Leny Trip Report
(First Published in Nithsdale Canoe Club's newsletter)
We were both "a bit rusty" - well, Tom was probably a bit less rusty
than I was, but I was rusty! Or was I just still well-oiled from the excesses
of the night before? "Too much time spent sea-paddling" I told myself
as I leant the wrong way and the first (grade 1 ish!) wave reached a watery
hand from the depths and tried to entice me into an intimate study of the sub-hydrographic
environment otherwise known as the river-bed of the Leny, near Callender in
Stirlingshire.
Natural skill, superb balance and a well-executed brace avoided the embarrassment
of a swim at the start (ok - I punted off the bottom) and we carried on playing
for a little bit on the wave below the misty slopes of Ben Ledi on an autumn
morning.
We'd met at the take out at Kilmahog, a couple of miles up from Callender. Handy
having a hotel there - the Lade Inn - as it's just down from the SCA egress
point at the car-park by the bridge over the Leny. Ran
the shuttle to launch at the end of Loch Lubnaig and enjoyed the scenery as
we paddled down past a few friendly fishermen to the first wave at the bridge
at the Ben Ledi car-park (also a good get on point).
The river was at a nice level - if it's low it's a bit bony, but gentler. High,
and it can be a deeply spiritual place to be!! (Well, I commune with the Lord
when doing it when it's high - - - I guess Rob and Mark would be in their element).
It's low if there isn't anything at the Ben Ledi car-park bridge rapid, and
it's high if all you have there is a mass of water.
On we went, a few good breakouts and a bit of playing until the river starts
to drop a bit and the pace speeds up with a couple of nice little drops, a few
Big waves and lots of nice holes - I'm happily bouncing down river-right as
Tom is checking the river bottom in a hole in the middle - he rolls superbly
and grins with the sort of happy grin which equals "fun".
I'm glad he's still in the boat as the Falls of Leny are rapidly (sorry) approaching
and the second of the ruined railway bridges appears thro the hazy mist that
my steamed up glasses provide and we break out river right as it seems the better
option than running the grade 5 Falls! (If you want to inspect the Falls, break
out left and have a look. They need to be high to be good - be wary of running
the right hand side as the stopper can be closed and not a nice place)
We portage through the trees keeping the Falls on our left and having a good
look as we walk past and put on in the pool at the bottom where the tourists
wave and we bask in their admiration (is it admiration - or are they wondering
what manner of fool dresses up in black rubber and bounces down a river in a
plastic cigar tube?)
Still no sign of the blue paddle we'd been asked to look out for by a paddle-less
paddler at the put in and as the river speeds up again we really aren't too
interested in looking as we bounce along an increasingly bouncy run to the point
where I need a rest and make the excuse of wanting to check the line thro a
nice grade 2, then a 3 and then a lovely, seething cauldron of a 4 with a big
rock to splat off if you're good enough or crash into like I do!
Tom seal-launches with a certain controlled grace and lurks in a micro eddy
as I flop unceremoniously into the water with little or no control, a paddle
barely held in one hand and about as much balance as an inebriated penguin checking
overflying aircraft. As I'm meant to be leading this little outing, I bounce
off into the maelstrom (remember, it's about 2 years since I've paddled rivers)
and the boat drops into the hole, sinks and rockets out as I brace right before
slipping elegantly into the eddy on the right to watch Tom follow with another
of the those Big Grins! I'm feeling more confident now so another couple of
strokes sees me back in the breech and over the grade 3, change line and roar
down the 4 with it's drop, hard right and hard left to avoid the boulder with
it's water pillow and lots of white, seething, bubbly stuff.
Tom follows and the GRIN is even bigger and we're both "whooping"
and ""ye-haaing" it up in the sort of style you tell people not
to do, but it's FUN and on we go, river centre to miss the trees, nice and bouncy
and another nice 2 to another pool where we play the wave before the run down
some choppy stuff, under the foot bridge and play for a bit in the waves by
the left hand corner.
On again to the point where the river divides in two round an island and we
take the right channel as it seems free of stuck trees and at the bottom the
flow from the left creates a nice bouncy bit to give a great end to a super
little trip! A few hundred meters finds the bridge by the Lade Inn and the egress
just below it!
(No sign of the guy's paddle though - it's probably washed up on an island about
500 meters further on - that's where most kit and boats end up if they've been
sent on an unsupervised trip of their own.)
Thanks to Tom Dibb, who was the only person able to take up the invite at short
notice, or (more likely) the person who didn't know me well enough to think
twice about sharing a day on the water with me. Time was about 1.5 hours although
you can make it as long as you like if you play all the play spots. I've also
done it in 20 mins!
When it's low, it's still good fun and everything drops a grade or so. Nice
intro to good water at that level.
By Mike Buckley.