I get out of the water, soaking wet, looking like "this can't be happening to me", thinking that the packraft had burst. A cut? A crack? Well, no. The Boston valve had burst.
But I don't give up. I return to the car, defeated but with dignity, and grab the spare camera. People cheering! "Come on, you can do it!
I inflate the packraft... in record time! Too fast.
I remove the tube... and plop! All the air escapes in one second. What happened?
The new valve had NO non-return system.
I literally blew up a birthday balloon. 🎈
I was in a frenzy. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or call a shaman. Seriously, I started thinking, "Is this a divine sign? Am I missing some cosmic message?"
When everyone was already downstream, the flashback came to me :
"Wait, I know where the good valve is"!
I change it, inflate the packraft as God intended... and in the end I only did the last rapid, the mythical cylinder, my first V class passage. But how fast, the fact of seeing a packraft go down raised the expectation of more than one kayaker who was in the area.
The moral of the story?
The valve matters more than it seems. And that even when things go wrong... you can always laugh at yourself.
Or at least get a good story out of it.