Friday, September 4, 2026

The Bigotry of Low Expectations

Content warning: This essay features dozens of judgements. If you are ideologically opposed to judgement you may be offended. I have attempted to defend all judgements but, at the end of the day, these are just judgements and subject to error. My only defense is to quote Rowan Atkinson: “… in my view, the right to offend is far more important than any right not to be offended.”

I woke up early this morning. I thought about lying in, it was still dark, but I had lots of things to do so I made a judgement to get out of bed. After coffee, but before breakfast, I went out for my aerobic training. I judged that I was not so hungry that I could not do this brief bit of training without eating. When I got home, I did have breakfast – salad with smoked salmon and two hard boiled eggs. I judged that would be enough protein to kick start some muscle protein synthesis. This judgement I can back up with some data as my nutrition calculator informs me that my breakfast had about 31 grams of protein (all favoured animal protein) and the research literature supports the contention that about 30 grams of protein at a single meal is necessary to induce muscle protein synthesis. I had a lot of things to do, so I made a judgement about the order in which I would pursue these chores.

At this point, you must be wondering, judging if you are smart, why you are reading about the dull minutiae of my day. That is a very good question and the answer is to illustrate that there is no such thing as not making judgements. Humans make judgements all day long and we would very quickly cease to exist entirely if we suspended judgement for even a few minutes during the average day. Our lives are literally a series of judgements, some are better supported by objective data than others, but every single decision or failure to make a decision (which is making a decision by default) we make throughout the day is based on a judgement. Anyone who tells you they do not judge is engaged in one (or both) of two things: self-delusion or false-hood.





The Rescued podcast begins with this introduction: It’s about the lessons we learn about ourselves, the places we go and why, without judgement, to help us have better adventures, manage risk and deal with the unexpected; and ends with this coda: The Rescued podcast is produced on the unceded lands of the Gondungara people….”

Right away, there are two judgements book-ending the podcast which immediately negates the opening statement that the episode is presented “without judgement.” The first judgement is that learning lessons and managing risks is valuable, and the second is that land acknowledgements somehow absolve us from the responsibility of returning any unceded land that we hold back to its rightful owners. You may, or may not agree with these judgements but every listener has, within minutes of listening to any and every episode, made multiple judgements.




My judgement is that the first statement (judgement) is valid but sadly unsupported by the presenter because we can neither reflect and learn nor manage risk without making judgements. The second judgement rings hollow and I judge to be performative nonsense to appease white settler guilt unless it is accompanied by actual concrete and substantive actions such as paying a portion of your monthly salary to the Gondungara people to compensate them for the loss of their land or, even better, returning any property you own to the Gondungara people.

The reality is, of course, that Caro makes judgements on every single episode of the podcast – as do we all. Sometimes, the judgements are obvious, as when she will nod along “so good, so good” to a judgement that fits her preferred narrative, other times the judgement is buried in the exhortation to “not judge.” But every non-judgement is simply a judgement by default (much like not making a decision is actually making a decision). And the default judgement is that the guest(s) is (are) too emotionally fragile or intellectually incompetent to reflect on their experience or to learn any lessons. The guests, and by extension, every listener to the podcast, is stuck now in the trap of continuing to make mistakes, have accidents (some extremely serious) for the rest of their lives because if we were to make a judgement that, for example, suspect anchors should be backed up before abseiling, we are guilty of the ultimate crime against humanity: judgement. Personally, I judge this to be a depressing world view wherein we are all stuck in a never ending cycle of unpleasant or outright dangerous consequences of events which we are completely unable to control. If we accept this judgement, we must also confront the fact that we are both very, very stupid and very, very emotionally fragile. None of these conclusions are appealing.




The act of “non-judgement” is both the bigotry of low expectations and the imbuing of a moral value label to a non-moral act of cognition. If you look judgement up in the dictionary you will find three definitions:

The cognitive process of reaching a decision or drawing conclusions;

The determination by a court of competent jurisdiction on matters submitted to it (law);

The mental ability to understand and discriminate between relations.

None of these definitions imply or specifically explicate a moral opinion. We can, and do, judge all the time without adding moral dimensions of good and bad to our judgements, although most, if not all, of us are able to recognise the differences between outcomes, some of which are most definitely good or bad. Breaking your pelvis I judge to be extremely bad and, my personal judgement is, that if there are actions I can take which will avoid this complication I will most certainly take them.




Caro’s podcast is, of course, a derivative of Ashley Sharpe’s very popular Sharp End podcast, which is itself a derivative (all work is derivative) of “Accidents in North American Mountaineering” published annually by the American Alpine Club. The annual volume of accidents (a selection only) has always included an editorial judgement as to the contributing causes of the accidents. This is because the editors are climbers (often very high level climbers) who understand that when you play risky games you might take home unwanted prizes if you do not use judgement, wisdom and intelligence to manage risk.

The difference between the two podcasts is stark. The epilogue of every single episode of the Sharp End podcast includes the lessons learned. In fact, the entire podcast is structured around the concept of learning from the mistakes of others so that the listeners do not have to make the same mistakes themselves. These lessons are most often advanced by the guests themselves although Ashley will also note lessons learned. Many times, I have thought that the real lessons to be learnt have been missed but that is a relatively unimportant detail when compared to Sharpe’s staunch adherence to the concept that accidents can be prevented by better knowledge and judgements. Ironically, the Rescued podcast with it’s exhortation to make no judgements, encourages us to become the podcast equivalent of accident voyeurs without redeeming qualities. We become the ghouls (a judgement) who slow down to stare at accident sites without offering to help. Gawking spectators to the tragedies of others with no moral constraints, but at least we aren’t judging.




I don’t believe (but I could be wrong) that Caro is truly committed to non-judgement – an impossible state of affairs – she simply suffers from the intellectual and moral confusion which comes from identifying strongly with certain ideologies. Anytime we adopt an ideology we abandon reasoned thinking and allow our ideological beliefs to make our judgements for us. I am reminded of the quote attributed to G. K. Chesterton: When men choose not to believe in God, they do not hereafter believe in nothing, they become capable of believing in anything. If we are forced to suspend judgement we become both morally vacuous and intellectually stupid, a state of affairs which we should judge to be abhorrent.

Wednesday, September 2, 2026

Spring Training

In Alberta, the tanned face and neck with white body is called the “farmers tan.” I’ve come back from north Queensland with the equivalent: tanned fingers from the knuckles down and white hands from wearing paddling gloves for two weeks on the water. Driving through the small towns of country Australia you realise how disconnected from reality the Hannah Ferguson’s of the world are. Out in the dusty hot unforgiving Australian bush, it’s the men who drive the monster road trains, rustle the cattle, and extract the resources that allow the women (and men) of the far left to indulge their fantasies of men becoming women and Australia not generating income from resource extraction. All these towns, including much of our agricultural production would wither and die without resource extraction which is all that allows Cheek media to market mass produced tote bags and ball caps to fund endless quasi-moral proselytising while living comfortable lives in inner city Sydney advocating for the working class who they have never met and wouldn’t like if they had.





It is really another world in small town Australia. But, back in my world, it’s time to shuffle up the training program to get ready for my next big trip. I’ve got five months and my new schedule starts now. As my next long trip will involve big vertical gains, I’m back on one of the Training For The New Alpinism plans. Consistency and gradual increases in duration and intensity might test my patience but I’m an old lady with a history of tweaks and injuries and the most important goal of training is to be able to keep training.

Friday, August 7, 2026

Ignorance and Confidence

All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure. Mark Twain.

Back in the days of industrial trail breaking in the West Kootenays, I had a good ski buddy who loved to break trail the way a Collie likes herding sheep. In other words, it was bred into him with strong legs, a big heart (in both a physical and spiritual sense) and a boundless work capacity. The only two things that held him back from the ranks of god-like trail breakers was a tendency to get geographically misplaced and a propensity to miss rather obvious terrain management cues. This meant he could break trail for hours at a time and build fabulous gradually ascending trails that even the most infirm in the group could follow but they might be up the guts of an avalanche gully with a looming cornice overhead and the entire group stacked up so that an avalanche would take everyone out all at the same time.




My strategy for managing this, because everyone hates a nag even if they pretend to be OK with you blowing the whistle for the 45th time on a three hour sea kayak tour, was to ignore any and all crazy foibles unless there was identifiable risk. Not imaginary discomfort from your “lived experience” but actual risk to the ski party, such as ascending steep convex terrain when shallow angle terrain was available, or going 180 degrees in the wrong direction (sometimes both at the same time).




This remains where I fall on the continuum of legitimate criticisms on shared trips. If I’ve made poor decisions such that I have endangered people, you should definitely raise the issue with me. We may not reach agreement, as people often choose a risky option over a safe one because we value outcomes and experience differently. But, if my decision is based on some kind of hare-brained over-confidence and encompasses a paternalistic (or maternalistic) “I will take responsibility for X,” attitude – especially where X is too inexperienced or inept to make a rational judgement and is simply trusting me (or you) blindly – those decisions are absolutely fair game for an open and reasoned discussion (or debrief, as the terminology runs). If I am angry about this, I am a delusional fool and you are right to mistrust me until I prove otherwise.


PC: Mark P

This system can work, although it may be uncomfortable to confront your own errors of judgement or lack of skill. What doesn’t work is pretending to forget (even if you do forgive) dozens of trips where poor judgement had real consequences. Medical emergencies aside, if you need professional rescue multiple times in your outdoor adventure career, you have a judgement problem. It was Mark Twain, the famous satirist and novelist, who wrote “Good judgement is the result of experience and experience is the result of bad judgement.” Twain, of course, wrote from his own experience of declaring bankruptcy in 1894 after a series of bad investments. By 1898 however, Twain through hard work, help from friends and associates, and not making the same mistakes multiple times, had paid his debts off and amassed a significant estate. Twain died a wealthy man. If the “first casualty of war is truth,” trust is the first thing lost when arrogance and hubris prevents accurate assessments of decision errors.

Thursday, August 6, 2026

Connections

The best climber in the world is the one having the most fun. Jeff Lowe.

This year’s Accidents in North American Mountaineering is out at a record 144 pages as climbing accident reporting rises again. Pete Takeda who edits the annual volume speaks about the 2026 issue on the American Alpine Club podcast and reports that there has been an increase in top-rope soloing accidents. When I first started climbing (the dark ages), rope soloing (either top rope or lead) was virtually unknown and, to this day, I’ve only ever come across one person engaged in top-rope solo climbing at a crag in Castlegar, B.C. The bloke was climbing a 5.10 or 5.11 crack climb and all I really remember is that he had a boom box (also a thing from the dark ages) blasting (at a sensitive residential crag) and the whole procedure from set up to climb appeared to take an inordinate amount of time.


H. Mutch photo

The rise in rope soloing is perplexing given that there are more people climbing today than ever before in history and yet, apparently people are having trouble finding partners. I have to wonder if this reveals something about our culture, which is both increasingly individualistic and increasingly divided along identity lines. If you’ll only climb with women, or non-binary people (whatever that is), or black, brown or yellow people you might start to run short of climbing partners.




Alternatively, it could be social media culture. In an age when everyone is “projecting” it’s gotta be like solving the middle east crisis to find a partner who wants to project your project, on the day, time, humidity level and lunar cycle that your training schedule predicts you’ll be peaking to send the project and clip the chains. While I understand the satisfaction of finally accomplishing something you have worked hard for, I wonder if we have lost something ineffable about climbing when every midwit climber believes the most important thing is working their project not having a good time with their climbing buddies.




Today I paddled out to the Tollgate Islands with some friends. It was so nice to talk with people you haven’t seen for a while, to hear how their lives and the lives of their families are going, to share a little bit in their joys and adventures, and to remember that we are connected by more than some filaments of nylon rope, or at least we should be.

Tuesday, August 4, 2026

Tempo Paddling

Over the last couple of days the swell dropped precipitously until the HS (the average of the highest one third of waves during the observation period – generally the last 20 minutes) was down to only 0.6 metres with a HMax (the highest wave in the observation period) was only about 1.3 metres. Those waves were still packing a punch though with a 15 second wave period. That’s a wave period you associate with Tasmania or South Australia not the south coast of NSW.


PC: DB


At the Tollgate Islands, there were two very relaxed seals hanging off the east side of the south island but no sign of the bigger male I had seen a couple of weeks ago. As we paddled through the gap between the two islands and through various slots and gauntlets on the east side we noted an off-shore wind increasing. By the time we lapped around the north end of the north island, the WNW wind was about 15 knots and it was a cold and wet paddle (at least on one side of our bodies) down to Black Rock where the west side was uncharacteristically calm compared to the east side.


PC: DB


After that we nipped into the headland that bounds Mosquito Bay and headed back home. It was meant to be a “tempo” paddle for me and I had been hoping to keep the pace between 7 and 8 kilometres an hour for the full distance but the wind played a bit of havoc with that. The only other occurrence of note was that we paddled right through the gap between the two rocks that form the bommie off Mosquito Bay. This reef/bommie almost always breaks but today it was calm enough that with a bit of timing, you could pretty much paddle right across!

Monday, August 3, 2026

Letting Go

Never mistake anger for fear. Andy Kirkpatrick.

It’s a new month which means a change in my strength training programme. I’ve gone back to April’s schedule which is “compound burner sets” with a lower body/upper body split. I like this schedule best because, although I am stiff and sore the day after training, I can fool myself that I get an extra day of recovery before training again because my lower body rests (sort of) while I train upper body.




Compound burner sets are an interesting way to train. You do 6 to 12 repetitions of a compound movement (for example weighted back squats) and then you follow immediately on with 15 to 25 repetitions of an isolation exercise for the primary muscle group you worked (something like leg extensions or lean backs if you did squats as your compound move). After a couple of minutes rest (I generally do a bit of stretching) you rotate through this couplet three or four more times. The day after, you will discover why this is aptly called a “burner set.” Predictably, I woke up this morning with that characteristic “day after leg day feeling.”




I’ve been thinking a lot about the uncomfortable conversation I had the other day, which was a follow up to a disagreement that happened on a sea kayaking trip. For over 18 months I’ve thought that if I did two very, very minor things differently I could have prevented what happened. Today, as I woke to the utter predictability of DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) I finally realised that the blow up was just as inevitable. The timing could be modified, but the festering resentment was never going to go away. I could have prostrated myself in a replica of Dandavat Parikrama as the Hindu pilgrims do and nothing would have changed. At heart, I am a fixer, and it drives me a bit nuts that I can’t fix this, but sometimes the fix is simply to let something go.

Saturday, August 1, 2026

Two Paddling Days

“I don’t want any more bump,” said Doug when I suggested lapping around the east side of the Tollgate Islands on our way back from Flat Rock Island. Fair enough, it was a bumpy day after a storm blew through the day before so even though there was no wind to speak off, the sea was lumpy and the swell pumping with a period of over 10 seconds. I did some sprint intervals on the way back during which my speed bumped up to 10 kilometres/hour. Wouldn’t it be awesome if I could paddle at 10 kilometres/hour for over about 25 seconds!




On Tuesday, I paddled with Robbie and Rae from Kioloa north to Termeil Beach (and back) where it was easy to land despite the beach facing due east. The swell was small, the wind light from the northwest. Robbie and Rae are “straight liners.” We were over half a kilometre off-shore even though there was very little swell. Unlike today, which was cloudy, it was sunny on Tuesday and warm in the sun.

Thursday, July 30, 2026

Training to Get Weaker

Find the problem.  Fix the problem.  Mark Twight. 

I want to have a system whereby you have to prove your age to take up swimming as your main training modality. The system will be similar to the “you have to be this tall to ride,” but instead, of proving height, the aspiring swimmer will have to prove they are under 50. I understand this is a heretical view given that old people gravitate to swimming like politicians to the public tax trough, but there are simply too many problems with using swimming as your main training modality for us to allow old people to make this choice. Australia loves stateism so I expect that this will be widely endorsed by the usual people who like inventing rules for people to obey and elaborate methods of enforcing those rules.




The details need to be hashed out but the benefits of removing swimming as a training modality will be enormous. Below is a partial list of those benefits to old people:

  • Your own body weight will have to be carried while you are training. Currently, we have deconditioned old people training without even the requirement to support their bodies. In other words, they are training like astronauts without having the medical team around them to facilitate the rebuilding of bones and muscles after their return from space.

  • Training will be done under conditions where you can fall down. This trains balance and balance is important for all of daily life. Mark Rippetoe has written widely on this.

  • There will be bone deformation and stress which is necessary to prevent bone loss associated with ageing.

  • The training will include walking or running over uneven and rough ground. This trains the ability to recover rapidly from everyday stumbles thus preventing falls and fractures.

  • Progressive resistance can be added as the trainee gains strength thus ensuring they continue to gain strength instead of losing muscle and conditioning as happens with swimmers.

  • Training will be done in conditions which more closely approximate daily life. No-one swims around the grocery store or to the doctors office.

  • Overhead lifts, such as presses, maintain the ability to work overhead in daily life. This is important for changing lightbulbs, lifting things onto high shelves, and also for maintaining shoulder health and mobility.

  • Lifting weight off the ground (as in deadlifts) maintains the ability to lift things off the ground and move things around in daily life.

  • Exercises such as loaded carries work innumerable large and small muscles as well as the coordination of those muscles for activities that are important in daily life.



This is just a partial list, there are many more benefits to training such that your body gets stronger instead of weaker. I find myself cringing a little inside whenever I hear the “but I’ve taken up swimming,” from friends and acquaintances. Sometimes this is in response to a tweak or injury, but increasingly, older people are taking up swimming because training in other ways (even modalities as simple as walking) is uncomfortably challenging. Training is supposed to be challenging; it is the only way to build capacity. Training appropriately is the ultimate delayed gratification test. The trainee is uncomfortable in moment and in the immediate future, but is building up capacity for the future.

Swimming is nice for leisure, recreation or even as a social activity, but if you are resorting to swimming for training you are training to get weaker.

Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Grace

Let your friends be wrong. Peter Boghossian and James Lindsay.

Today I had a difficult conversation. There was no real resolution mostly because there was no real forgiveness. It does make me sad because the conflict is over infinitesimally small trespasses which were not intentionally committed and occurred a long time ago.

Far too long ago to hold onto so firmly and to carry around so heavily. Yet, while we can ask for grace and we can extend it to others, we cannot demand it in return.

To err is human, to forgive divine. Alexander Pope.




Sunday, July 26, 2026

It Was Always The Decisions

Most of my sea kayaking is solo these days. I’ve strangely come to enjoy it because the tempo is entirely my own. Following the requisite jug of coffee, I trolley my kayak down to the beach and head out to sea in the early morning. Some days, the ocean is steaming because the sea is warmer than the air. Frequently, the bay is full of fish and dolphins and occasionally seals, always cormorants. If the wind is coming from the south, I go south, if from the north, I go north, very infrequently, maybe once a year, I go west, although I have seven kilometres of ocean paddling before I get to the bridge over the Clyde River and the start of the truly sheltered water paddling.

By yourself, you get a lot of time to think and I think more carefully about ducking through slots and gauntlets, but I still do, I just watch the timing and conditions because it’s winter and cool on the water and even cooler if you are wet. The only time I’ve ever capsized in one of these slots was in winter and resulted in me always carrying a spare set of paddling clothes in a dry bag during the winter. I rarely stop, mostly paddling on at a steady pace, sometimes doing some sprint training, until I reach my minimum paddle distance (20 kilometres in winter), although sometimes I will go further.




Yesterday, I did 24 kilometres, down to Jimmies Island, through the gap between the island and the mainland and back home. As I often do, my outward journey followed the coast into all the little bays but coming back north, it was a straighter line. Strangely, I found myself thinking about an incident that happened in June 2011, a year before Doug and I left Nelson, BC for Australia. Here is the story (long) of that incident which happened while I was a member of the SAR unit at the centre of the incident. It was only after leaving Nelson that I had any real idea what happened as the SAR members involved kept the details private until they had to testify over a year later in the Coroners court.

To my knowledge, SS, is the only non-professional to have been killed during a Search and Rescue (SAR) mission in British Columbia. There have been other fatalities but, crazily enough, these fatalities occurred during training exercises. Given that I think getting injured while training in the gym is wrong-headed, getting killed while on a training exercise is a true tragedy.




SS died in a “rescue” gone wrong on the (at the time) flooding Goat River in the east Kootenays. Although I was a SAR team member at the time, I did not go on this call out. For a start, I had sprained my ankle the previous day walking off an 8 pitch rock route (Megawatts) near Castlegar and was sitting at home with my leg elevated. However, even if able-bodied, I would not have been on the call because the “mutual aid” was for the swiftwater rescue team and I was not on the swiftwater team. I had been asked but declined because it had been a half dozen years since I had done any significant whitewater kayaking and I, naive to the ways of SAR, thought that members of the swiftwater team should have swiftwater experience. Similarly, I thought members of the rope team (which I was on) should be climbers, although I was the only active climber on the rope team at that time.

I did a bit of whitewater kayaking back in the day. I ran a few rivers in Australia, and used to spend summer afternoons paddling on the whitewater course on the Bow River in Kananaskis Country. I was never very good, and never got a solid roll, but I did manage to get down the grade three rapids upright. In 2019, I followed Wildey (as faithfully as I could) down the Snowy River from Willis to Buchan and managed to limit my bail-out and swims to three, but I portaged a couple of the harder rapids. Whitewater or swiftwater - whatever you call it - moves fast with a tremendous amount of power. Much like surfing a sea kayak, you cannot fight a breaking wave and you can’t fight a fast moving river, you have to work with the power of the water. A moments inattention and the kayak is upside down.




Back in 2011, it seemed to me that anyone joining the swiftwater team should have a deep understanding, preferably gained over years of running whitewater rivers, of river hydraulics because things happen fast on whitewater rivers. A mere second of leaning the kayak the wrong way on swiftwater and you’ll be upside down. It’s the same principal as riding a breaking wave into shore, you have to lean such that the moving water holds the kayak up rather than flipping the boat over. The lean has to be instinctual. In any fast moving situation you must react rapidly and instinctively because by the time your brain runs through the logic of the manoeuvre it’s too late. Whitewater kayaking, kayak surfing, these are skills you have to learn by doing. Watching videos, reading books, even training under controlled circumstances does not imbue the paddler with the instinctive skills to react correctly and quickly.

What happened to SS is the ultimate boiled frog phenomenon whereby the risk of the mission gradually increased until the additive effect of multiple errors added up to equal tragedy. Backcountry skiers in avalanche terrain know this all too well. The skiing is so good that the group keeps pushing into riskier and riskier terrain, propelled forward by a lack of negative feedback until one or more skiers ventures over the convex roll, out onto a wind slab, or down a loaded gully and an avalanche results. The situation is so classic that it is amazing that humans continue to repeat it.




Here’s what happened briefly.

  • Two SAR units from two different jurisdictions responded to reports of a vehicle submerged in the Goat River. There were 21 people in all, 11 of whom had some swiftwater training.

  • The Site Leader was the owner and operator of a company which provided swiftwater training to various SAR units including one of the responding SAR units.

  • SAR units have a fairly rigid chain of command but Site Leaders may consider input from team members when planning the mission. The word “may” is doing some heavy lifting here because a lowly GSAR team member is unlikely to be heard by the higher ups even if their experience is relevant.

  • The Goat River was in flood and the vehicle was in a particularly deep pocket of water. The RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) Dive Team refused to assist in the mission as they deemed the conditions too dangerous due to deep, cold, murky, fast flowing water and the possibility of the vehicle shifting in strong currents.

  • A woman had gone missing some days earlier but there was NO evidence that the woman was in the vehicle and NO chance that this would be a live recovery even if someone was in the vehicle. The body of the missing woman was subsequently located down river some days later by an RCMP helicopter crew.

  • A tension diagonal was rigged across the river (two ropes had to be tied together as the river was so wide at the time) and another two tag lines were attached to the Cataraft to enable the Cataraft to be manoeuvred into position. A second Cataraft was positioned downstream as a rescue boat. This is a pretty standard swiftwater rescue technique but the teams in the Catarafts should be prepared and capable to self rescue if required. In this instance, that means you can cut the lines and pilot the Cataraft down a flooded river safely.

  • Two people would operate the rescue Cataraft. SS who was designated Team Leader for the Cataraft and another team member (who had never operated a Cataraft). SS wore a helmet mounted camera as the mission was being filmed for a TV series. Other cameras were filming the mission from the shore.

  • SS and the team member entered the Cataraft and, with much difficulty, the Cataraft was finally moved to a position above the submerged vehicle. Due to the force of the water, this took multiple attempts and it was not possible to use a pole mounted waterproof camera as planned to look inside the vehicle due to the force of the water.

  • A tow truck was brought to the scene and the various pieces of steel towing equipment were provided to the Cataraft crew including a chain, a J hook with chain attached, several shackles and a 15 metre coil of wire cable. 15 metres is 50 feet, the length of my sea kayak tow. That is a lot of cable to keep organised on a Cataraft.

  • The Cataraft, now equipped with the chain and wire cable, (placed on the floor of the Cataraft) was again positioned above the vehicle. An attempt was made to attach the chain to the vehicle but due to the current and water depth this was not possible.

  • The Cataraft returned to shore and the chain was replaced with a J hook attached to a chain along with the wire cable which remained on the floor of the Cataraft.

  • The Cataraft and two team members were positioned again above the vehicle and this time the J hook with chain attached was successfully attached to the vehicle by the crew member.

  • The crew member held onto the chain attached to the J hook which was hooked to the submerged vehicle while SS began to uncoil the steel cable preparatory to attaching it via shackle to the chain and J hook. It is unclear from the Coroners report whether or not the cable was ever attached to the J hook and chain. Regardless, in essence, the Cataraft was now attached to the submerged vehicle via the crew member.

  • The Cataraft shifted and turned sideways to the current likely in response to being effectively tethered at the rear to a submerged object in fast moving water.

  • Immediately the Cataraft turned perpendicular to the current it began to sink. This is because the force of the water flowing downstream piles up on the baffle of the Cataraft and drives it under water. Once this process has begun it is extremely difficult if not impossible to reverse.

  • The tension diagonal was now under extreme load and subsequently broke which sped up the sinking of the Cataraft.

  • The cable became wrapped around SS’s leg and she was pulled from the Cataraft as it began to sink. The team member attempted to hold onto SS but the force of the water was irresistible and he was forced to let go.

  • SS managed to hold onto the ropes of the sinking Cataraft for a time but was eventually unable to hold on any longer and was dragged downstream by the current but remained tethered by her entrapped leg to the vehicle. SS subsequently drowned.

  • Attempts were made to effect a rescue but the force of the current rendered this impossible. Neither of the Catarafts were able to reach SS, throw ropes did not reach her (not that a throw rope would have helped anyway), and the one team member who attempted to swim out to SS was carried downriver by the current.

  • SS was retrieved the following day by which time the water level had dropped so much that the rescue team could basically walk across the river. The vehicle (empty) was recovered at the same time.

So many things went wrong and so many signs were ignored as the teams gradually escalated the risk of the mission until the ultimate catastrophe shut the entire exercise down. I remember at the time that the primary emotion I felt was anger, not sadness. So many people’s lives risked for nothing and this was evident from the very outset. The first rule of SAR is do not endanger the rescuers, and yet, 21 people under the command of a long time SAR member, got involved in a highly technical rescue in a very fast flowing river with no potential for a live recovery even though water levels in the river were predicted to drop significantly over the coming days.




There was ample opportunity over the course of the mission to pause, take stock and call the entire mission off until the water levels had subsided (which they did very rapidly). The exercise proceeded over many hours with the Cataraft returning to the river bank multiple times. Each time the Cataraft went out and returned the Site Manager and the team members were gathering more and more information about how challenging it was to operate with the river in flood. One team member on the Cataraft had never operated a Cataraft and the Team Leader (SS) on the Cataraft while confident (?over confident) was inexperienced in this type of mission. It’s impossible to know in retrospect, revisionist history is real, but it appears that the information gleaned from repeated deployments of the Cataraft was never integrated into the overall risk mitigation strategy (if there was a risk mitigation strategy). Put simply, personnel did not appear to understand the feedback that the river conditions were providing.

The Site Manager and other personnel, including the investigator from Work Safe BC, concluded that filming the incident for a television broadcast did not influence the decisions made on site, but I think anyone with a skerrick of knowledge about human behaviour knows that the “kodak” effect is real. There is very little drama to be had from a SAR crew arriving at a search scene then turning around and driving back home because the conditions are too unstable and too uncontrollable for reasonable management of risk.




There were four other major confounders to the accident which are impossible to “prove” in a Coroners court (which is not designed to assign blame) but which are present in virtually every outdoor accident that occurs. The first is that each previous decision influenced the next decision downstream. Once a decision was made to rig the tension traverse and deploy the Cataraft, the possibility of calling the entire mission off became more and more difficult. Each step forward, which in this case was each launch and re-positioning of the Cataraft, psychologically drove the team further and further down the tunnel of continuing the mission until the ultimate end. In reality, options are not necessarily limited by previous decisions, but, the foibles of the human mind make it very difficult once we have made a series of decisions to recognize that there are still a multitude of different options available, including turning back or aborting the entire mission.

I used to see this when travelling the backcountry with ski and climbing buddies. If we made a route decision mistake, it was incredibly difficult to pull the group back and reverse course to get back onto the right route. People would justify all kinds of crazy decisions to avoid turning around and route options often veered into the outright lunatic.


CAA Photo


The second confounder is personality and (over) confidence. There are some people, we all know them, and I knew the people involved in this incident, whose confidence in their ability far outstrips their actual ability. These are the folks that seem to make the same or similar errors of judgement again and again and yet never take a step backwards and assess their ability fairly. If you are like me, you eventually start avoiding trips with these folks because they are incidents looking for a place to happen. Over confidence and hubris makes reasonable feed back impossible.

The third confounder is very closely linked to what a mate of mine used to call “agendas.” Most people on a SAR mission or an outdoor adventure trip are out there to achieve the goal and go home safely, but some people, almost always the over-confident, have agendas. These are the folks that make trip management and SAR missions difficult because, although they are ostensibly there to work as a team member to meet a goal, they are really there to prove themselves the strongest, the fittest, the most competent, the hero of the day. I’ve done dozens of trips with these folks and the challenge is to enable them to feel as if they’ve met their agenda while maintaining group safety and enjoyment. The entire day revolves around group management and it’s a skilled operator indeed who can run the mission or the adventure without an unexpected incident when there are hidden agendas involved. If the lead operator is the person with the agenda, reasonable and rational decisions become impossible.




The fourth confounder is situational awareness or lack thereof. The only way to develop situational awareness is by experience yet experience itself is inadequate to achieve high levels of situational awareness. It is very difficult to develop situational awareness if the environments (which includes people, places, weather, etc.) under which the individual operates are unvaried and appropriate – which must mean critical – feedback is not given. Debriefs must highlight mistakes, errors of judgement and mistaken decisions, and can usually only be worthwhile if coordinated by someone who themselves has a high level of situational awareness. People just don’t know what they don’t know. In this tragic incident, better situational awareness might have given both the Team Leader (SS) and the Site Manager the insight to realise that when the Cataraft was anchored to the submerged vehicle, the dynamics of river hydraulics were pretty much guaranteed to turn the Cataraft across the current and result in rapid submersion. The team member holding onto the J hook and chain attached to the vehicle would have had less than a second to recognise their error and release the cable. Swiftwater is unforgiving and its force operates faster than the human brain can process.

So many errors of judgement, so many decisions adding up to a calamity, but there is one thread that ties the entire episode together and that is risk mitigation is very poorly understood. I’ve often heard people say “I’ve done risk assessment.” In this exact incident, the Site Leader believed he had done a risk assessment, but most times, what people have actually done is develop a plan. Sometimes, more by happenstance than thought, the plan introduces some elements that might mitigate the risk, but in the overwhelming majority of cases, even among supposedly highly trained individuals what people have is a plan. Risk assessments and the corollary risk mitigation means I’ve looked at the situation and the people and I’ve identified the most likely things to go wrong and I have developed strategies to reduce or eliminate the possibility of the most catastrophic events from occurring. Risk assessment and mitigation is iterative, every new piece of information must go into the model to refine the model. True risk mitigation goes one step further and positions personnel and resources in a position to effect a rescue when the unexpected and unpredictable (most things aren’t truly unpredictable) happens.




Adventurers are drawn to dynamic environments. We love mountains and glaciers where avalanches and rock fall and mountain weather result in challenges, we love moving water whether on the ocean or on a river, but the very dynamism that draws us in has the capacity to overwhelm our ability to make reasonable decisions. We must learn to think carefully indeed and realize that a plan is not a strategy to reduce risk. Primarily, accidents such as this one are not the result of the environment, or the people, or the weather, or the topography, they are the result of decisions. Decisions which are infrequently revisited or critiqued.

Saturday, July 25, 2026

The Obscure Tour

Adaptation and not giving in is central to the thriving Masters athlete. .Howard Luks

Our little south coast town has been surprisingly busy this winter. By busy I mean there are a handful of people on the beaches over the weekends and you might meet a few people on the mountain bike trails. Sometimes I avoid mountain biking on the weekend because the E-bike riders can be annoying! This is, of course, ablist, because only able people ride analog bikes, except, like most of the isms, that’s nonsense because the people riding E bikes are between 30 and 40 years younger than me and certainly will not be able at my age because they are taking the easy way out in their youth.




On Saturday I rode what I am now calling The Obscure Tour because I rode the trails that are rarely ridden. There’s no shuttles on these trails and shuttling yourself would be time consuming because they run all over the place unlike the trails that run off the Trig or Mitchells Road and are much more compact.




I always ride from the Curtis Road trailhead because it is 15 minutes cycle from my house. Mostly, I alternate: if I head up the northerly trail one ride I’ll head up the southerly trail the next time, but as I was off on The Obscure Tour I took the northerly trail and rode all the way up to Round Hill, which is modestly obscure. On the way, I stopped to let a group of four E bike riders pass, but caught up with two of them in under a minute and eventually rode past, giving out a good natured cheer for analog bikes – strangely they didn’t seem to appreciate the sentiment. That’s the problem with E bike riders, the lack of endorphins makes them cranky!




After Round Mountain I cycled along a variety of tracks to RU12, one of the old trails from before the new Mogo build out. I love this trail as it’s the closest trail we have to cross country as it goes up and down small hills before the final descent. The cycle out, on an old and increasingly eroded Fire Trail is, however, a bit of a grunt on an analog bike; certainly the steepest up track in the network.




Some trail angel(s) have been tidying up the old Dam Loop which had got severely overgrown, rutted, and covered with sticks and leaves when the new trails opened but is now really rideable and it provides an excellent way to ride between the south and north ends of Ridge Road without having to get on old fire trails or circuit around the full trail system.




It’s been almost three weeks since my last ride. I feel like that is a confession worth of several Hail Mary’s recited while fingering a bicycle chain instead of rosary beads, but I’ve been doing other stuff. I was very pleased to find that all the leg and glute training has paid off and I rode faster and harder than normal. It’s rare at my advanced age and hormonal state to actually get stronger (not for new trainees but I’ve been training for going on 45 years so the easy gains are long gone). The thrill of being stronger was way more rewarding than the days riding.

Monday, July 20, 2026

Satisfaction

Satisfaction is the joy of an accomplishment with struggle. If you don’t have to give something up for what you are doing you will get no sweetness from it. Arthur Brooks.

Here’s a great short clip from the North Face on an adaptive climbing festival held in the Red River Gorge in Kentucky. The Red is known for long hard pump fests that challenge even very good climbers. This is climbing culture at it’s best: getting people together to pursue a mentally and physically demanding sport that rewards a committed try hard attitude. The sort of attitude that stands you in good stead for all of life’s challenges.





What is so brilliant about this festival is that differently abled people get to test their own limits and take real risks. In a world obsessed with safetyism, the ability to take risk is often only afforded to the healthy, but risk is essential to a healthy, productive and fulfilling life. Without struggle there is no joy, and we are all entitled to a little joy each day.




In a world of negative media, where there are people like this, whose entire purpose in life is to denigrate anyone who fails a false moral purity test, it’s redemptive to know there are a huge cadre of normal people out there trying, in some small way, to make someone else’s life a little bit better, if only for a weekend.

Saturday, July 18, 2026

Ten Men Went to Row

Here’s a video from Rab of Tom Randall on his epic adventure to run 142 kilometres, climb 42 mountains and complete 15 classic Lakeland climbs (solo) in under 24 hours. This achievement makes my 63 kilometres (which took me 10 hours) on the 2026 winter solstice look paltry but, as Randall says, the process is the pursuit.





While I manage to get between one and three people out for my Sunday paddles, Wildey got 11, 10 of whom were men! It was the calmest day I’ve paddled in a long time and the only day I didn’t see any dolphins! We lapped around the Tollgate Islands, where there were four female and one much larger male seal hanging out completely undisturbed by humans.




Anyway, with only 9% of the paddling pod being female, I thought I should start an equity campaign to get more women involved but I’m not sure how to go about it. There must be a government grant I can get which would fund a committee to look into an equity program. Failing that, the men will have to start dressing as women, which, is increasingly popular so possibly that would be the easier option.


Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Climb Then Walk: Little Forest Plateau

Sometimes I feel like the last person alive who has not been infected by an epidemic virus which affects the brain and turns all thoughts to mush. Theodore Dalrymple. If Symptoms Persist.

I can’t believe that just a few weeks – or was it months – ago, I thought I might not get back into climbing up and down rocks. Thankfully, this patently absurd idea disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. True enough, the first few days out were akin to the first time you try anything new, mostly uncomfortable both physically and mentally, but, if you persevere past the initial gumbyism phase, everything always gets better.




My first couple of years in Canada whilst learning to backcountry ski, I spent most weekends and some week long tours, chasing after a bunch of men, who had grown up on skis and ice skates, around the mountains telling myself that one day I would enjoy this sport that left me so tired I frequently had to walk down the ski run because I would fall over as soon as I put my skis on, because everyone else was hooting and hollering with joy. In those days, we all used skis so skinny they could qualify as tooth-picks, we had floppy, single leather boots with primitive throw bindings, and it was minus 30 degrees Celsius most ski days. It’s reasonable to conclude that the novice phase was accompanied by plenty of discomfort.




We just had a couple of days away in our van. Climbing at Nowra, on deliciously fun ring bolted clip-ups marred only by the fact that the westerly winds, notably absent this winter, were absent no more. The wind reached almost 40 knots at Nowra airport! Our plan had been to climb two days and bushwalk the third day, but, the problem with being old and not having closer access to climbing (either indoor or outdoor) is that a hard climbing day leaves us feeling pretty stiff and sore the next day. When we got down to the river side crags and the 37 knot wind on the second day, we both felt our ligaments tear off our bones simply looking at the routes.




The answer was to bump everything forward a day, so we drove up to Little Forest Plateau and did the two easy walks up there out to both Rusden and Florence Heads. There’s also a third track that goes out to the cliff line near Mount Bushranger, but we had done that one a few years previous when we walked up Mount Talaterang. As we stood buffeted by wind on Florence Head, I reminded Doug of a previous trip in the area when we attempted to walk up Rusden Head from Wombat Ridge fire trail. Interestingly, he had completely blocked the entire trip from his memory which, perhaps, gives some credence to the idea of “trauma repressed memories.” Something which otherwise seems akin to the circular logic of the trans-gender movement. Question: “What is a woman?” Answer: “Someone who feels like a woman.” Question: “Is your mental health disturbed?” Answer: “Yes.” Corollary, you must have repressed trauma.




Anyway, I remember most of my trips, traumatic of otherwise, while Doug remembers few, also painful or pleasurable. But, to give Doug his due, his head is full of many other things whilst mine is mostly “what training or other activity will I do today?”