WOW where do I begin ... I know... That I am thank full that I am alive and writing this log.
This cache should be renamed Stream Dreaded Island. Last summer I was out in a nice boat with friends and got all the island caches except this one. It was not possible to safely get this one with a regular sized boat and with no raft or the want to swim from 20 meters out it was aborted for another day. Today was the day. This cache will be is now my most memorable one todate, even beats the time I was bitten by a three foot long rattle snake while hunting for a cache. This cache is memorable not only because it's my 4000th milestone, but more importantly because of the adventure it turned life altering experience. It started with myself and vmclaren trying to determine a point of entry from Box City cache only to find that log booms prevented us from going that route, so we went to the boat launch near the port mann bridge, and paddle almost 3 km in the canoe to the island. This part went without a hitch. we even managed to snap a few pictures of us and the island. Landed the canoe at the cache GZ, and hunted around only to find that it was missing - gone. Fortunately vmclaren had a surprise in stored for me which was to drop a cache on the other side of the island. Since he was going to adopt this cache, he choose to drop this cache
as a replacement. We signed and headed back out. Because we spent so much time looking for the cache it was getting late and darkness was upon us and by now the tide had changed and the river was heading out with an ever increasing speed making our trek back a fight to go up steam. It became apparent that the trip back to boat launch was going to take a while. However we pressed on fighting with the river with every paddle as we bobbed and weaved our way upstream. We were almost back when we in our hast we decided to take a break from the rating river behind a large barge that was anchored off shore. After a few minutes we debated on taking the boat to shore and hoofing it to the car. We decided we would continue paddling up river. This would have been fine, however what caught use off guard was when we breached the bow of the barge back into the river, the strong current grabbed the canoe, and within seconds it took hold, and flipped over with us in it and into the cold water we went. Fortunately we both had life jackets on. We managed turn the canoe back over, but with each turn the river would get hold and flip it back over again. We soon realized that getting back into the canoe was next to impossible so we proceeded to seek refuge by heading back to the log booms nearby. The force of the Fraser river on the canoe was pushing us back to the island, and with it being dark now, and in the middle of December in the freezing water vmclaren realized that it was futile to struggle to keep the canoe with us, and advised me to abandon the canoe and head to shore. Just as I was about to do this, a tug boat was passing by, when they spotted the canoe, and with us calling out for help what they first thought was a salvage job quickly turned into a rescue. The three men on the boat turned on their flood lights, and slowly brought the tug in close to us and the canoe,and pulled both of us and the canoe aboard. Cold and shaking we thanked them perfusely for plucking us out from the river. We all got to shore safe abiet we were very cold and wet we were very thankful to be alive. Soaking wet, we dumped a litre of water from each boot, and squeezed at least as much water out of our cloathing and still we looked like a pair of sponges that were pulled out of the water. The guys that rescued us were kind enough to drive us back to vehicles, and we returned to pickup the canoe, then headed home where I had a quick shower and change before heading out to my daughters hich school band concert. Thankful to be safe I now have a story to tell others about the adventure to Steam Dreaded Island.