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The Beast Of The East
Raging War Between Water & Rock
by: Biologist, Climate Researcher & NWS Observer Wayne Browning
*Each year a favorite article of whitewater enthusiasts, originally written by Wayne Browning during the late 1990s, is requested and is here reprinted in tribute to the grand majesty of Breaks Gorge, its world-class whitewater, and those who dare challenge its domain.
Hearts in the whitewater world skip a beat when October arrives, in anxious anticipation of the unleashing of The Beast!
The relatively placid Russell Fork at Bartlick certainly seems like no beast, and it should not for this is not the Beast's home. The Beast resides farther downstream.
Besides, The Beast is more than mere water!
Those reading this now should understand that this is no play on words. The Beast is no fictitious figment of imagination. The Beast is real, very real.
The roars of The Beast could be heard echoing along the jagged cliffs of Pine Mountain long before the first kayak ever entered its domain, and long before a dam was ever built to retain its life blood. For you see, The Beast is ancient!
As the Russell Fork reaches the base of Pine Mountain a nasty character emerges.
A little farther downstream this nastiness surrenders to something beyond nasty as the river flows by the final placid refuge of Garden Hole into the deep chasm of Breaks Gorge, where stark boldness and subtle beauty mix as only God himself could allow.
It is here, within the heart of Breaks Gorge, that war is declared between water and rock!
It is here where the grinding, churning, fury of water battles against waves of conglomerate sandstones, standing bold without fear.
It is here from which comes forth a mighty roar as battle is raged amid forces of immense power, whose only measure is time.
It is here within such jagged chaos that no victory seems possible.
It is here that The Beast lives!
A creature composed of water and rock in such intimate union that if either were absent The Beast would be not.
Through the immense measure of time it is here, amid the tortured chasm of Breaks Gorge, that a victor emerged, as rock slowly surrendered to water and palisade walls rose to proclaim the victory.
For a mere man to test such a creature is beyond the reason of many as The Beast is relentless, even deadly.
But the attraction is strong, as such a mix of water and rock is rare in the whitewater world. For it is here within the narrow depths of Breaks Gorge, as perhaps no where else in Eastern North America, that the clash of water and rock occurs with such violence but yields such beauty.
For those not challenging this menacing marriage of rock and water the fury seems less like a beast, and more like that of a master craftsman.
Draining more than 500 square miles of twisting ridges, hills, and high hollows ringed by lofty mountains the Russell Fork flows forth from a basin whose only outlet is Breaks Gorge.
Desiring only freedom the river pushes ahead, and like a master craftsman shapes a work of priceless majesty for all to marvel.
End of Article - Wayne Browning.
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