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Nile Special - A Walk Down Memory Lane

by kalob-grady
Thursday, April 18, 2019
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Thursday, April 18, 2019
Kalob Grady reflects on his time spent on the White Nile, as he returns for a final farewell to a special place that will remain dear to his heart.
Kalob Grady
by Kalob Grady

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It has taken a few months to organize my thoughts, to transcribe my feelings in a way that makes sense, but this is a story I feel I must tell. This river played a major role in my development as a kayaker and as a person, and I owe it to the legends that will rise in regards to Nile Special to keep my memories fresh, to reminisce the good times and to preserve the feeling inside us all that was Nile Special.

White Nile 2014- Dane Jackson enjoing paradise to its fullest.
White Nile 2014 - Dane Jackson enjoying paradise to its fullest.

In the winter of 2011, I had the privileged to experience the day 1 section of the White Nile in its final days of freedom leading up to the completion of the Silverback (Bujagali) Hydroelectric dam. Enjoying all the river had to offer; with a thriving scene of locals on the banks of Bujagali Falls, exploring the back channels, rolling the dice in 50/50 and coming down the ramp at Silverback ready to face colossal and chaotic waves. These memories are all that I, and many others, have left of one of the best sections of whitewater the world has ever seen.

Maybe it was the short amount of time I shared with these rapids, the remarkable kayaking that still existed downstream, or the fact that I was 16 and numb to what losing something forever meant; but I did not mourn the day 1 section as I should have, I did not fully comprehend what was being lost.

Locals watch as Kalob lays it out on the Nile Special
Locals watch as Kalob lays it out on the Nile Special

Fast forward to the spring of 2015. I was nearing the end of a 5 month stay on the Hairy Lemon Island as the Freestyle World Championships approached later that summer on my home river, the Ottawa. This lengthy excursion marked my 3rd voyage to paradise, and when I think back, this is where the roots of my deep connection with this river are planted. Living off the Hairy Lemon, training twice a day, extremely focused on constant improvement for the upcoming World Championships. The river was teaching me as much as I could absorb, luring me out and pushing me to my limits. These daily Nile Special sessions allowed me to grow, to push myself and to reach levels in my kayaking I never thought possible. As good as the river was day in and day out, the atmosphere around the river is where the happiness of these memories rest. Friends and competitors from around the world were all on the same program, shredding on the river and chilling on the island; good vibes were ingrained into our everyday lifestyle.

Kalob enjoying some leisure time at the Hairy Lemon
Kalob enjoying some leisure time at the Hairy Lemon

Earlier on this trip, I broke my wrist. Not being able to kayak for upwards of a month, having to take it easy when I got back at it; those weren’t the reasons I was there. But again the river showed me the way and taught me a lesson I needed to learn. There was more to Uganda than the White Nile. This injury forced me to take a step back and to look around, to experience the joyous people that call this country home, to visit animals that are fighting extinction as their habitats are degraded at an exponential rate, to enjoy the landscapes and to imagine how they looked before humans took command. I went down to the southern corner to experience one of the few remaining tribes of wild Gorilla’s, to the west and the slopes of Mt. Elgon for the world’s best arabica coffee, and to the northern regions for the wonder and beauty of Murchison Falls National Park. The connection I had with the river had now expanded to the whole country. It was near the end of this 5 month journey that the rumors started to fly that the Isimba hydroelectric project was actually going to come to fruition. From here on I knew I couldn’t pass on any opportunity that would bring me back to this area again.

Kalob enjoying a ride on Nile Special with a spectacular sunset
Kalob enjoying a ride on Nile Special with a spectacular sunset

This mindset induced my return in the winter of 2016 for a quick mission. And then a dream came true with World Class Academy in the fall of 2017; an opportunity to combine my passion for teaching and to share my love for the Nile with my students from around the world. An opportunity for them to experience what I had at their age, before it too vanished beneath a senseless reservoir. My students helped me to see there was no logic in mourning the section before it was flooded, but rather to enjoy what we had while we still had it, and to make the most of everyday! Again on this trip, even as I was teaching others the river was teaching me; that mistakes are okay, that patience is as important of a skill as any other, and to cherish even the smallest of moments.

Uganda Nile Special
Uganda Nile Special

I returned to the Nile a short month after I was there with World Class Academy. Closing out 2017 and opening up 2018 as my best friends at SEND and I prepared to host UNLEASHEDxUganda. We thought it was fitting to host an event on the river that had played such a significant role in the development of Bren, Dane and I; Bren and I actually met on the Hairy Lemon way back when we were 16. The White Nile was a world renowned river with some of the best waves and rapids on the planet. We knew this event had to happen, and we knew we had only one shot before time ran out.

The best kayakers in the world converge in the red dirt for the UNLEASHEDxUganda
The best kayakers in the world converge in the red dirt for the UNLEASHEDxUganda

Our goal with UNLEASHEDxUganda was to showcase the worlds’ elite kayakers on one of the greatest rivers, with a format designed to push their limits in 4 unique stages over 7 days. This included our desire to bring the incredibly talented athletes of Uganda into the spotlight; we wanted to let the world see how brilliant they are, and how they belong in the top tier. The development of the local Ugandan kayaking scene is thriving with this river (that they call home) as their training ground.

Local Uganda paddler Yusuf Basalirwa on Cuban Wave during stage 1
Local Uganda paddler Yusuf Basalirwa with an incredible ride on Cuban Wave during stage 1

UNLEASHEDxUganda was a special time, the event unfolded exactly as planned, with only the slightest of hitches. A big trick jam session on the Cuban in the heart of Itanda for stage 1, the only ever race held on the Dead Dutchman in stage 2, an incredibly competitive freestyle competition on Nile Special for stage 3, and rounding things off with a mass start race through the Hair of the Dog for stage 4. Each of these individual competitions within the larger UNLEASHED event, was a special day; especially stages 3 and 4 as both of these rapids are now sadly under water. We accomplished exactly what we wanted to with this event. The world’s best kayakers laid it all out on the line, showcasing their skills on some of the best whitewater in the world, while the focus on Ugandan athletes proved to the world that they belong in the conversation among the best, with Yusuf Basalirwa and Amina Nakirya placing 2nd overall in their respective men’s and women’s categories, and Sadat Kawawa taking the 5th place overall in the men’s.

Dane Jacksons huge airial maneuvers draw a croud of spectators at the Nile Special
Dane Jackson’s huge aerial maneuvers draw a crowd of spectators at the Nile Special

As the dust settled on UNLEASHEDxUganda, I took the final couple days to reflect on what Uganda meant to me. I knew the completion of the dam was imminent and figured this would be my last time on the Hairy Lemon and within the waves of the Nile. Thinking back on one memory in particular over and over again, my first run through Itanda with my best friend Nick Simpson; we were 16 and on top of the world. This memory means a lot to me, and taking the time to think back on it makes me realize how grateful I am that the Itanda rapid stills flows free, acting as a defiant tribute to things that have been lost forever.

Uganda- Cuban Wave
Cuban Wave

Spring stretched through summer and turned tide into fall; the Nile was still free flowing and I was offered the chance to return for inevitably, the last time. At the end of October 2018, I made the flight half way around the world with mixed feelings. I knew the Hairy Lemon was cut down, disassembled, not what it used to be. Was I going to go visit, or keep the memories in my mind pristine? What if the river started to flood during my trip, what was my reaction going to be?

These thoughts disappeared with my first strokes; I was going to enjoy my time, not dread the forthcoming reality. I chose not to return to the Lemon, keeping my positive memories intact. Cherishing every minute of every day on the water, adding to my memories without overriding old ones. These 10 days flashed by in the blink of an eye, and all of sudden it was the end.

Kalob makes the most of his last rides on Cuban Wave.
Kalob makes the most of his last rides on Cuban Wave.

I arrived early on the last day, scared to miss a moment or the prime flows if the levels went too high. From 10 am onwards, the wave was perfect; never fluctuating, never changing, flawless. Throughout the afternoon and as the sun lowered before giving way to the full moonlit night; over 12 hours later the wave remained the same. I was tired, 60+ friends were on shore sharing memories of days gone by and enjoying beers by the fire. But I couldn’t bring myself to get out of the water, to face the truth that this was the end. Just one more ride I thought, over and over again. As it stands, on this eventual final ride, the river gods made the decision for me, taking one final token from me in exchange for all that it has given. I dropped my paddle and the river carried it into the darkness, instantly lost in the indistinguishable black below.

Life in the eddy at the White Nile
Life in the eddy at the White Nile

I secretly hoped the river would guide this paddle into the hungry turbines downstream, but it’s more likely it found its way to a deserving fisherman on his lucky day. Five days later I was enjoying the free flowing rivers of Chile as the Isimba dam began to officially fill its reservoir. Two more days and Nile Special had given way to a rippling current. Less than two weeks after my final moonlit surf on Nile Special, the reservoir was essentially full, silently signalling one more mighty section of the Nile had been conquered by man.

My mind often drifts to the people substantially more affected by this man-made tragedy than I was. To those who lost their land, where did they go? To those who lost their jobs, did they find new ones? To the people to whom the river meant everything, how did they cope? It’s these thoughts that also pull me back to my memory of my first run through Itanda so many years ago. Grinning as I think how frustrating it must be to the greedy builders that Itanda still flows free, defiant of the concrete structures that barricade the river above and below. Rebellious in its efforts to stay free, hoping that people will return to see a small sliver of the famous whitewater of the mighty While Nile in the state that its meant to be seen.

 
I couldn't bring myself to get out of the water, to face the truth that this was the end. Just one more ride i thought, over and over again.

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