I dropped GoPro in the river today 😦
While doing a roll maneuver to the back of the boat to pump up the floor, things got wanky and I lost him in the drink. I’m very sad…
That portion of the river, with all the recent rains, was murky, deep and flowing well. I jumped in immediately, and feverishly felt around as I made my way to the bottom to grasp around in desperation.
Wearing contacts in my eyes and knowing my boat was floating away without me, the panic was rising quick as I searched around blind. I bailed on trying to find GoPro and swam with all haste back to the boat.
It took me an hour to process my loss. The wine I poured in my tea jug helped. The bachelorette party that hailed me out of the river a few hours later finished off whatever angst I had remaining.
Lesson learned, if you drop something in the river, immediately look to the shore and visually mark the spot. Secure your stuff first then return to the scene of the accident. By the time I flailed around, it was to late. I looked at the speed I was moving in comparison to the shore and realized it could take hours of underwater exploring in deep water. He was lost to me, forever.
Two days later, and after being taken in by two different groups of people (stories forthcoming) I was able to make a phone call to GoPro support.
The fault was mine, yet they still worked with me. I was able to get an upgraded replacement for 40% off and have it delivered to me at the next opportunity. That being Harper’s Ferry, where I’ll abandon ship and rejoin the trail again.
I lost a lot of great river documentation. Fortunately, I was able to keep the SD card of all the prior footage before I started the aquablaze portion. I had been on the river eight days at that point. Ten if you count the two days I spent at a campground watching the river rise up, about eighteen inches, with steady storms.
So thanks to a great company, GoPro and I will be reunited, in the here and now. He’ll live again in upgraded form, in a weeks time.