“That’s when something tweaked,” she says. “I had so much freedom, no big expenses, lots of time to paddle, film and experiment, time to make a break.”

Thanks to the Anglesey video’s success, Justine was invited to paddling symposiums the world over, kayaking and shooting with local experts on the side. She gathered an impressive range of international footage for This is the Sea on a shoestring, featuring top paddlers like Nigel Foster, Chris Duff and Malligiaq Padilla.

“People say, ‘yeah right, an exciting sea kayaking video’,” says Justine, “but when they look at my footage it’s, ‘Wow that’s great. I’ve never seen sea kayaking look so good’.”

IN OTHER WORDS:

Don’t chase the dollar: “It’s not about the money. It’s about having con- fidence in your dreams and your abilities. When I first came out with this, a lot of people didn’t think I would make it work and I have.”

Do quit your day job: “I wanted to combine my passion with filming. After working proper jobs for three years, I realized I just couldn’t do both.”

Do whatever you feel like. Gosh!: “I decided to stop waiting for people to give me permission to do what I wanted to do. I just went ahead and did it.”

Use guerrilla tactics: “I didn’t have any money to do marketing. You’ve just got to talk to as many people as you can who have a link to what you’re trying to do.” 

This article first appeared in the Spring 2007 issue of Adventure Kayak Magazine. For more great content, subscribe to Adventure Kayak’s print and digital editions here.

“Here we have an Underwood typewriter. Still in the case. Looks in fine shape. She’s a real beauty. We even have some spare ribbons. Let’s start at 10 dollars. How ‘bout five dollars? Four dollars? okay ma’am, we have four dollars. Do I hear five dollars?”

I walked solemnly between the folding tables. Laid out on the tables were a man’s worldly possessions, all his livelihood and his passions. Auction sales happen where I live almost every weekend all summer long. The owners of the stuff are either too old, broke or dead to need them anymore.

Next on the block was a vintage Kodak Brownie and burned into the leather camera case was the name Don MacKay.

In his younger days, judging from the camping gear being carried out, Don was an outdoorsy man. And judging from his old typewriter and cameras he was also a two-way man—what they used to call a journalist who worked as both a writer and photographer. The locals say that in the mid-’60s, he launched an award-winning men’s magazine. He was, in many ways, a guy just like me.

I thought about buying Don’s typewriter and camera for sentimental reasons; I thought they’d be nice to set atop an antique bureau. Imagine the technological differences between this simple brown box camera and my titanium-shelled, eight-megapixel digital SLR, or any of the others used by the pro photographers whose photos appear in this year’s photo annual. I realized that in 45 years, our fancy cameras will be auctioned off, like Don’s Brownie, for less then the price of a cheeseburger.

But the images themselves, the whitewater images between the pages of Rapid, will live on. They are archives of the year’s latest tricks, hottest boats, trendy gear, top dogs and the popular spots to paddle.

Rapid’s photo annual is a time capsule, a snapshot if you will, of whitewater paddling to- day. The photos are historical references for the next generation of paddlers.

Unlike Paul Mason, the fortunate 10-year-old who I watched shooting Little Thompson Rapids on the Petawawa River in his dad’s film, Path of the Paddle, I didn’t start paddling until I was almost 20.

But the new generation is getting an early start. They’re already riding mojo with their parents on wilderness river trips, they’re learning to rip in Jackson Fun kids kayaks and grabbing their own eddies in the new Splash—the first open canoe for kids. Whitewater camps and whitewater high school credit programs are springing up all over the continent. Go tripping and it’s not uncommon to pass babies on remote portages, all swaddled in their little baby carriers.

Never before have parents been more excited about getting their kids out of the mainstream and into the rapids.

I’ve been swimming my son through class II rapids since he was six months old. This summer, at a year-and-a-half, he giggles as we carve into eddies and then points back toward the current for another go. When he and his generation are grown ups, my laptop and camera will be long obsolete and worthless. But these photos will show future generations that whitewater paddling has roots, and it has soul.

I didn’t bid on Don’s camera afterall. I bought a cheeseburger, handed in my auction number and walked out Don’s driveway to my truck.

Instead of going to the office that Saturday morning, I grabbed my camera and took my kids to the river.  

This article first appeared in the Fall 2006 issue of Rapid Magazine. For more great content, subscribe to Rapid’s print and digital editions here. 

Her routine is simple—jump out of the canoe as we approach the take-out, wait impatiently as I lash her pack on, and then sprint to the end and take a relaxing swim while we catch up.

Kirk Wipper is like a firefly—visibly shining, but hard to catch. When I finally caught up with him after weeks of pursuit he had just returned from the annual Fiddlers on the Tobique in New Brunswick. As Honorary Patron, he led the parade of 1,500 canoes and almost as many musicians playing fiddles, mandolins and banjos down the beautiful Tobique River in the central highlands of northern New Brunswick. Before the Tobique he had been a guest speaker at the an- nual Maine Canoe Symposium, and on the interven- ing weekend he had led 60 canoes down Ontario’s Trent River, a new event he had helped to instigate in 2003 to raise money for the World Food Bank.

It’s a busy schedule for an octogenarian to maintain, but Kirk doesn’t seem to tire. Kirk modestly takes advantage of every canoeing opportunity that his status as the world’s greatest canoe col- lector brings him. Though his name is inextricably linked to a museum collection, there’s nothing hushed or sedate about Kirk’s love of canoeing. In the past 10 years he has found enough time away from festivals and events to canoe—or raft—some of North America’s great rivers, including the Thelon, Tatshenshini, Alsek, Nahanni, and, wildest of all, the Naranjo in Costa Rica.

KIRK’S EARLY YEARS

Canoes have been the centrepiece of much of Kirk’s life, but it was not always that way. Growing up on a pioneer farm in the Inter-lake district of central Manitoba, the son and grandson of German immigrants, there was nary a canoe in sight. Living close to nature on a farm carved out of the northern bush, he learned early about hard work, frugal- ity and optimism. Having left Germany to escape the militarism growing out of the rising nationalist fervour, his parents also instilled in him a deep and abiding love of Canada.