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Friday, September 15, 2023

Staying Safe in the Waters of New Hampshire

 Staying Safe in the Waters of New Hampshire

Closely supervise everyone, especially children, and the joys of the outdoors will be your treasured memories for life. 


Wayne D. King



As a guide in the White Mountains in my first life I spent a great deal of time worrying about the safety of my charges. Of course, there are plenty of dangers to be aware of when you are hiking, climbing or paddling in the outdoors but few present the immediate dangers to people more than those associated with water, specifically rivers but also lakes, ponds and oceans.


It may be because I read InDepthNH.org daily, but there seem to have been more than the usual number of accidental drownings this year. 


Perhaps it’s because some of them occurred at places close to my heart, often places where I have been involved, or witnessed, a few close calls myself over the years that I feel compelled to offer some advice and observations to help you stay safe in the waters of New Hampshire.


Although summer is nearly over, it could be said that this shoulder season is the most dangerous of all. The waters are growing colder and cold water leads to exhaustion and panic of swimmers much more quickly than warmer waters. Sunny days may be deceiving as well because we tend to dress (or undress as the case may be) for the day’s temperature not the water temperature and an accidental fall into the water can cause a tragedy for an unexpecting victim. 


The rainy nature of the weather this summer has also led to much higher water levels which is particularly dangerous in swiftwater areas, like Franconia Falls where one death recently occurred. 


My first water rescue, according to my cousin Mark, was at the ripe old age of 7 when I was the first to notice that he was in distress at the Eddy on the Mad River. Mark still claims that I saved him that day, but my actions probably were more a matter of drawing the adults attention to the emergency than anything else. 


Later on, those efforts were more serious. I did a quick count in my head as I was writing this piece and believe that I can safely say that I have been involved in at least ten incidents, at Franconia Falls alone, over the years, where a drowning - and in one case a multiple drowning - was averted because we were prepared for an emergency and were able to respond in a matter of moments to it. 


  1. Learn to Swim


So let’s start with some general advice from our friends at the American Red Cross. No need to reinvent the wheel when it comes to succinctly hitting the high points. The Red Cross has prevented hundreds of thousands of tragedies, perhaps more, over the years through their sound advice and rigorous swimming standards and training programs. 


You may be one of those rare parents who really can teach their children to swim and swim safely but the likelihood that you are substituting ego for good judgment is, alas, quite high. Ahem, especially if you are male. It’s purely anecdotal but I find that the ego issue among the male population is especially high. Sorry, not sorry. I’ve been certified at every level with the American Red Cross and I still would not have tried to train my son, nieces or nephews to swim. Take a quick look at the requirements for the various levels of competency if you still think you can do this yourself.


I recently spoke with Frank Hubbard, who was my swimming instructor as a young boy, about the program he established at Mowglis, School of the Open, a summer camp for boys on Newfound Lake. According to him, Frank followed the ARC program to the letter in those first few years and has never seen reason to change that practice even though he taught swimming at every level, including college, over the years. 


At the very least make sure that the instructor and program you choose to teach you or your children is certified by the Red Cross.



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  1. Employ layers of protection. 

This is more a theoretical construct than a fashion statement. 


Begin by having the most advanced swimmer and responder do a preliminary scouting of the water. This scouting of a river or a beach presents a powerful teachable moment as well; allowing the leader to point out hazards and potential responses to them. This is especially important to those who are canoeing or kayaking on swiftwater or swimming in areas like Franconia Falls. 


Employ barriers to prevent access to water where appropriate. Whether you are on the beach or rocks, place adults between children and water and always be clear about which adult is “on watch” at any particular moment. Of course, make it clear to children that approaching the water should only be done with an adult. 


Use life jackets liberally. We all know that life jackets are required in a boat of any kind, even here in the “live free or die state” legislators have had the good sense to require this. But in the ocean and especially in swift water areas they should be a part of the swimming couture for non-swimmers or beginning swimmers. Call it the belt and suspenders approach, accidents are almost always a result of a careless moment gone awry. If a child, or a non-swimming adult has a life jacket on at the very least moments are added to the opportunity for response. 


My good friend and Whitewater Hall of Famer, Charlie Walbridge, taught me that if you capsize a boat in whitewater you get behind the boat, feet first and never try to stand - but ride the rapid out. Abandon the boat if there's any question, your life is more important than your boat.


Employ the use of emergency equipment. I note that I often see the adult “lifeguards” for camps, schools or youth groups, these days, bearing brightly colored life belts that can be thrown to a struggling swimmer. I would invariably pack a lightweight safety rope in my backpack that can also be tossed to a struggling swimmer. In a pinch, I’ve even found a long branch that can extend the length of your reach. All of these things employ the old lifesaving mantra:  “reach, throw, row, go” outlining the hierarchy of emergency response that maximizes safety and minimizes the personal risk of adding yourself to the mix of victims in crisis.



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  1. Finally, know what to do in a water emergency – including how to help someone in trouble in the water safely, call for emergency help and CPR. CPR does not take long to learn and every adult should know it. I have used it 5 times in my life and it made the difference between life and death in every case.



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Every child should learn to swim and if you are swimming in an area where special conditions exist, like rip tides in the ocean, pay attention to signage and take it seriously. 


There are few things in life more thrilling than swimming in rivers. Riding the water sluice of Franconia Falls over the falls and into the deep pool below is an unforgettable life experience.  Taking a little time to make sure that you are safety conscious will make the difference between a lifelong memory and a tragedy. 


Links:


Find Red Cross Swimming instruction near you.

https://www.redcross.org/get-help/how-to-prepare-for-emergencies/types-of-emergencies/water-safety/water-safety-training-provider.html



About Wayne D. King: Author, podcaster, artist, activist, social entrepreneur and recovering politician. A three-term State Senator, 1994 Democratic nominee for Governor. His art (WayneDKing.com) is exhibited nationally in galleries and he has published five books of his images, most recently, "New Hampshire - a Love Story”. His novel "Sacred Trust" a vicarious, high voltage adventure to stop a private powerline as well as the photographic books are available at most local bookstores or on Amazon. He lives on the “Narrows” in Bath, NH at the confluence of the Connecticut and Ammonoosuc Rivers and proudly flies the American, Iroquois and Abenaki Flags. His publishing website is: Anamaki.com.


Podcasts are produced at Anamaki Studios in Bath, NH. 

This land lies in N’dakinna, the traditional ancestral homeland of the Abenaki, Sokoki, Koasek, Pemigewasset, Pennacook and Wabanaki Peoples past and present. We acknowledge and honor with gratitude those who have stewarded N’dakinna throughout the generations.






Sunday, March 20, 2022

Our Moment


 

Winter Revelation on Smart's Brook

 

Our Moment


The dramatic changing weather here in the valley between Rattlesnake Ridge and the Waterville Range has produced days and nights well below zero interspersed with a few calm and pleasant ones. One warmer night seemed to summon forth the Barred Owls with their enchanting calls whoooo, who cooks for youuuu. It was on that night that I donned the headlamp and set off with my new companion Kodi - a white shepherd recently adopted. 


Unlike my late friend Boof, the Siberian Huskey, who could not be trusted to stay close because the wolf in him summoned him constantly toward adventure and the wild, Kodi is velcro dog. He only requires a leash for show alone, because he wants to be friends with every human and dog he encounters along the way. Fortunately, hiking at night doesn’t require even that constraint. I have rarely bumped into a nighttime adventurer on my evening forays, with the exception of the four legs who’s territory I am encroaching on in the dark hours. Kodi stays with me, cheerfully laps at the snow, and stops only occasionally to listen for the Barred Owls. 


On this night we had a very specific mission in addition to enjoying the Barred owl symphony we were destined for the icefalls of Smart’s Brook.   



Blue Iceflow Mindscape



Iceflow Rainbow



If you have ever driven Route 49 toward Waterville Valley in the winter you may have noticed the parking area for the Smart’s Brook Trail chock full of vehicles in even the most challenging weather and even on the most unlikely days. 


The most recent snowfall created a magical journey - despite the turmoil imposed upon us by the world. In the chill of our late night walk even these seemed to fade to grey momentarily.


The parking area was empty, reflective of the hour and we were soon padding up the trail. 


Recalling the full parking area only a few hours earlier I wondered about all of the people - many joined by their own four-legged companions. A more astute observer of culture might have been capable of matching personalities and even ideologies with the cars and their assortment of bumper stickers, parking passes, and telltale clues to the leanings of the hikers but in the end, this was not important. They had all come for the gift of quiet and beauty in the midst of the cascading crises. . . some knowing what awaited them on the trail, others curious or teased along by the rumors they had heard of this magical spot.


Left at the parking lot was the firehose of tragedy, of crisis piled upon crisis: 50 years of growing income disparity, the climate crisis, the pandemic, racism, sexism, and now a war in Ukraine threatening to entangle the entire world.


Left behind, if only for a few moments: Trump and Putin - locked in their “Last Tango in Tyranny”; Josh Hawley, Mike Pompeo, Tucker Carlson, joining arms and dancing around them. The savage cruelty being inflicted on innocent children and men and women who want nothing more than the chance to live their lives with some sense of dignity, security, and freedom. 


For a brief time each, in their own way, would escape the fears that they felt for the future - for their own personal challenges or for the world. 


Irrespective of their ideologies, penchants or prejudices, they would leave behind the stories to which we have become prisoners. 


Every one of us who walks along the brook until they come upon the gorge with mind-blowing colorful iceflows, is left breathless by the beauty of the moment.  


Drawing their range of colors from the minerals in the ground, the ice flows in gold and blue and teal against rock outcroppings of red, black and brown, an amalgam of color worthy of a reflection of the tears of our world. 


Could it be that if the stories we told ourselves about this world blended together with a beauty reflected in these outcroppings that we could recreate a world where the reds, blacks, yellows and whites formed a beautiful tapestry of life, drawing us together in the story instead of apart?


Tonight, as I look back upon that hike only a few nights ago, I pause and hear the unexpected sound of Canada Geese in flight overhead, piercing the night’s quiet. Evening chevaliers, unexpectedly forging their way north despite the hour and against the impending storm.  So too must we.






Saturday, July 7, 2018

Alice Vartanian King 1947-2018



Alice Vartanian King 1947-2018

Alice Vartanian King, passed away on Saturday June 30, 2018 she was 70 years old.

She was born on November 30, 1947 to Dr. Richard D. and Zephyr Vikassian Vartanian in Bound Brook, New Jersey.

Alice attended Bound Brook High School and the University of Massachusetts, Amherst where she majored in Criminology and received her Bachelor of Arts degree in 1970. In the midst of the turmoil of the Vietnam War and the campus turmoil throughout the country UMass cancelled graduation ceremonies and mailed diplomas to graduates instead. The first few years of her working life were in the Boston area where she worked for the Kevin White administration alongside her lifelong and devoted friend Stephen C. Farrell. Together, under the leadership of Farrell they operated the Third Nail Rehabilitation Center. Following her work at the Third Nail, Alice was hired by the Carter Administration as the Director of the National Commission on Juvenile Justice. Her responsibility was to lead the effort to reform Juvenile Justice standards for the country. She spent most of her time on the road traveling between facilities around the country. She also served as the Executive Director of the Massachusetts Civil Liberties Foundation where she had the opportunity to meet and work with such notables as Kurt Vonnegut, Anthony Lewis and Carl Sagan. In 1992 she accepted the job of Executive Director of the Christa McAuliffe Planetarium Foundation, raising funds and writing grants to support the work of the Planetarium. She brought the Planetarium into the new decade with style and aplomb attracting Leonard Nimoy, James Earl Jones and Barry Corbin to support the work of the Planetarium each headlining “An Evening Under the Stars Gala” dinners - a virtual Who’s Who of New Hampshire’s most notable business, nonprofit, and political leaders.

In 1984 she was living in Portsmouth, NH and doing consulting for the NH ACLU when she met Wayne King who would soon be her husband and “foreverheart”. They were married on December 21st, 1985; “The longest night of the year” Alice would tell people with a smile and wink to her husband. The two of them shared 35 years and many adventures together, two successful campaigns for State Representative and three for the Senate. In 1994 she stood beside her husband as he announced his campaign for Governor and though it was unsuccessful she often spoke of the wonderful people she had met in the process.

Of all the many blessings in her life none was as important and life affirming to her than the birth of their son Zachary Douglas King who was born in February 1992, delivered by Wayne with the help of a midwife at Concord Hospital. Zachary was her pride and joy and she dedicated herself to her role as a mother.

In 1986 while on their honeymoon in Mexico, Alice was injured in a swimming accident when she was hit and tumbled onto the shore by a massive wave. This accident precipitated four spinal surgeries over the course of a twenty year period and chronic pain for the remainder of her life but she never complained to anyone but her doctors and her husband. She was convinced that a positive outlook on life, shared with others was the key to a life well lived. She had a big, bawdy laugh and a contagious smile that could light up any room she walked into.

Other obituaries would describe her last few decades by saying that she died after a long illness but Alice was not the kind of person who dwelled on her health challenges. As she often put it she was “living with one foot in the air and another on a banana peel” . . . but God did she live! She was determined to live life as fully as possible and not to burden others with her own pain. She wanted, instead, to focus on the positive and to channel her energies into celebrating life. Every pain and illness that she faced became simply more evidence that she was really living.

Hunter S. Thompson summed up her view of life best when he wrote: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”

She is survived by her devoted husband former Senator Wayne D. King and son Zachary Douglas King, her sister Carol “Gerse” Vartanian, her cousin Joyce Haroutunian and Robert Haroutunian, her “adopted” children Ross MacKeil, Lauren Twohig, Tanner Joyce, Chuka Aniemeka, TJ Jones (and others) and a chosen family of friends who gathered at her Thanksgiving and Christmas table every year without fail or met her at Crew Day at Camp Mowglis.

An informal Celebration of Life will be held on Sunday July 15, 2018 from 12-3pm at the home of Roger and Jennifer Larochelle 251 Valley View Road in Hebron, NH. 

Details can be viewed at bit.ly/OurAlice. 

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Performance Enhancement

Like a lot of folks in the shadow of Rattlesnake Ridge I watched the Olympics. Of course the majority of folks watched team USA hoping that these great kids would realize their dreams but there’s also been quite a bit of talk about the Russian athlete who was caught blood doping and had his Olympic medal revoked. The fact that he used performance enhancing substances was of some interest - after all with all of the attention focused on the banning of the Russian Team from the 2018 Olympics because of rampant violations of the rules in the 2014 Olympics the notion that someone would be so brazen as to do it again with everyone watching leaves more than a few folks scratching their heads . . . and, here’s where I’ll probably get targeted with a lot of hate mail . . . his violation was for blood doping to enhance his performance in CURLING! Taking performance enhancing products for Curling is a little bit like blood doping before the annual sheep shearing contest at the Sandwich Fair.


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