MIRACLE BOATS

When Alv Elvestad, owner of Pakboats (www.pakboats.com) invited me to join him and three friends on a canoe trip in his native land, Norway, I was thrilled. After all, I’d done the Canadian shtick for decades; it was time for something new. Alv proposed a trip of around 100 miles on three connecting (with portages) Rivers—the Poroeno, Lataseno and Kautokeino—in the far north region of Scandinavia where Norway, Finland and Sweden meet.  We’d start in Norway close to the border with Finland, cross the border and paddle in Finland on the Poreno and Latiseino rivers, cross over into Norway, and paddle on the Kautokeino River to Kautokeino.  The border crossings were simple: no passport control; just scoot over the reindeer fence! Alf said the route was extremely remote (wilderness canoeing is largely a curiosity in Scandinavia) and advised that “…paddlers should be competent in technical Class III rapids that may run for miles!” Alv had done most of this route years ago, but in tandem canoes. This time, we four would use solo PakCanoes—three 15-footers and one 14-footer for the little guy—me. Alv brought an untried canoe—a Darth Vader-black experimental 15-footer which weighed 38 pounds—about 6 pounds less than standard. He said that if the lightweight fabric held up, it might eventually find its way into the Pakboat line. Every boat carried a repair kit, but these were never used. We didn’t put a single hole in any of these canoes.

 

Our put-in was a high tundra lake located 200 miles north of the Arctic Circle and a three hour drive from Alv’s boy-hood home in Storslett.  The final leg required us to ascend a tortuous Class IV gravel road to the top of a mountain.  In the U.S., this road would be marked for dedicated 4-wheel drive vehicles only.  But in Norway, 4WD’s are as uncommon as coo-coo birds (hey, we actually saw some of them on our trip!) and are replaced instead with two-wheel drive know-how. Tore, Alv’s brother, didn’t blink when driving his diesel Mercedes Benz station wagon and snowmobile trailer packed with canoes and gear, right to the top of the mountain. Bets were made that he couldn’t turn the rig around at the put-in.  Wrong! In less than a minute the Benz was headed home.

 

Our first day was a tundra portage from hell.  It wandered on for 12 hours, uphill all the way.  We didn’t have proper yokes for the canoes so we dragged them like dogs on a leash. No damage. Camp came at 10 pm that night.

 

Day two began with three hours of portaging followed by a 200 yard long Class II rapid that we were able to paddle! Then the water ran out and the dragging began. I would pull my canoe with all my strength and it would move maybe six inches.  Heave again, and six more. This pull, sweat and cuss routine, continued into the afternoon.  It was nearly three when we found water we could paddle. Naturally, it rated Class III and was a mile long.  Norwegians don’t downgrade the classification of their rapids!

 

Camp came at 9 PM (it never gets completely dark at this latitude) and we were dead tired. The mosquitoes weren’t; thank goodness for our CCS (Cooke Custom Sewing) netted tarp. It began to rain, a daily event.  Fortunately, we were usually camped before the first drop. We checked the boats for damage. Some scratches on the bottom, that’s all.  

 

In Canada, a barren lands trip usually begins in the tree-line then descends to the tundra. In Norway, it’s the other way around. So for the first few days there was no wood for campfires and we cooked exclusively on a gasoline stove.  By day three, scraggly trees appeared and we built fires every night.

 

Our route was highlighted by near continuous rapids, punctuated by frequent dragging, occasional lining and more portages.  Lining here is more meticulous than in Arctic Canada where shorelines tend to be clear of vegetation. Twenty-five foot lines are usually long enough on a Canadian river. Not so in Norway where trees (big trees!) grow right to the water’s edge.  I scoffed when Alv suggested 50 foot lines.  I’m glad I took his advice!

 

Our starting elevation was 3500 feet; the take-out at the Sami town of Kautokeino, 700 feet.  Average drop for the 100 mile route was close to 30 feet per mile.  Our most notorious rapid on the Poroeno River dropped 62 feet per mile over a distance of about seven miles. It rated a heart-throbbing technical Class III and there was just one resting eddy along the way—the descent took an hour and a half.  It was the most difficult rapid we paddled and no one made a clean run.  Rocks were often just a meter apart and clearing them required strong leans, braces and 90-degree turns.  Fortunately, our boats turned instantly, like pure-bred slalom canoes.  Again and again we slammed full-steam into rocks, occasionally broaching on them, then going waist deep in the flow to save the day.  Admittedly, I have become a klutz in my old age and thus had wet feet nearly every day.  My friends, with their usually dry feet, took frequent occasion to poke fun at my misfortune.

 

Tired of dragging and grounding on rocks, we embraced a new policy: “Just give us some water to paddle—damn the drops!  Clear channel ahead?  Take it!  We began to run bigger and bigger drops. Ahead is a four foot ledge.  Over we go. The bow breaks upward to create more rocker. Our canoes run nearly dry--maybe a gallon of water gets in. Amazing! A hard boat this size would swamp and sink. We were so stunned by the durability of these canoes and their competence in rapids that we began to call them “miracle boats”.  On his Pakboats.com web-site, Alv Elvestad makes a strong case for the portability of these canoes.  Disassembled and bagged, they ride easily in an airplane, bus or car.  But I would beg the high note of durability and whitewater performance as their first prize.  

 

But more importantly, when loaded with two weeks of camping gear, they handle big complicated rapids better than any similarly-sized hard boat I’ve paddled. They run nearly dry in big rapids, even without a spray cover because the hull creates additional rocker as it rises to the waves. Another plus is that when the hull broaches on a rock, it bends slightly around the rock and creates a more streamlined shape to the current. This results in less force on the hull which makes the hull easier to dislodge from the rock. I had a couple close capsizes on this trip but none materialized.  I don’t think I would have been so fortunate in a hard boat.  Pakboats are also lighter than equivalent-sized hard boats, and in the unlikely event you hole one, they can be repaired in less than 10 minutes with the supplied repair kit, even in cold weather.

 

These Pakboats really are “miracle canoes”.  I just can’t say enough good things about them. 

 

 

 

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