White Salmon Beer Slalom

Homer Simpson once stated, "Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder." Here in the Columbia River Gorge, some of us couldn't agree more.

Drew Eastman, co-founder of the beer slalom, takes a practice lap.

The rules were simple. Three laps, three beers per lap, one rapid, one un-scored practice run, two scored runs, and one of the timed runs had to be completed in a boat that was made before 1999.

The Post Party.

Louis Geltman, the other co-founder, about to complete the final gate.

The beers add up.

The multi-tasking Perception Phat.

Louis Geltman had an advantage. He'd raced slalom before, and probably inebriated.

Adam Elliot digs deep for his second lap.

On a happiness scale of 1 to 10, Drew's facial expression brings in a 18.

Ethan Smith looking too comfortable is his Tornado.

Melissa DeCarlo perfectly described this one as, "Please don't puke. Please don't puke."

The podium, coincidently placed directly in front of the shitter.

Will "Jam Boy" Griffith, a recent migrate to the Gorge and currently kicking ass.

Jamming.

Niko Peha and Mike Gottlieb pondering, or lurking, or ?

Erik Johnson in full form.

Squirt boat? Of Course.

Preston Brown chugged milk instead of beer, ultimately winning the MVP award for probably being the most intestinally uncomfortable. His face says it all.

Almost six month post surgery celebratory, and third lap beer.