Here they are.
Deb, my very own river goddess, on a Pack Cat, and Mel, all bundled up in drysuit, with her duckie, under some really ugly rocks.
Here they are, Deb foreground, Martha on rock trying to point out the right way to her stuck (and severely overloaded) boat), then Mel. This was right below the wee falls shown in the next photo.
This is the first portage, a five-foot drag over the boulder river right. But after all the mellow scenic shit, Mel and I had to run it. This is her about to flip. I tried it slower, and flipped at the entrance, in the corkscrew hydraulic. My cheap plastic Cabelas ammo cans leaked. (hint- unload before trying). Good place to stop and play, trying to run the little beast. Obviously not a bad swim.
Here lies the super-mandatory portage, where the river is completely blocked, and squirts through foot-wide slots. For warning, there are usually things hanging on the willows: cracked helmets, panties, etc. Deb and I took out upstream left on a bar and did a longer (scratchy) portage. Mel tried to paddle right up to it, flipped in an overhang, and scared herself. Not a good place to fall out of your boat. You can see the tips of Martha's tubes poking out. I think she got out upstream and lined it around the boulder.
The interesting thing about this river, is that these rockfalls take place fairly often, so you might come around a bend andó whoa!