It started raining the day I launched, and didn’t stop for five days. I’ve never been so cold in my entire life. Most of the rapids were a moderately bony version of their normal selves; but Black Canyon definitely wanted a right side run, and Vinegar definitely wanted a hard left side run.
There was only one other party I met on the river. They brought a Luxe style tent with a wood stove. I’m ordering one tomorrow. Tenting up at 8pm, and staying there for 12 hours was a special sort of torture.
Mine was a solo trip. Rubicon Outfitters did my shuttle. The “other guys’ were totally uninterested in making the trip happen. Dave went way out of his way to accommodate my plans, and whatever I asked, it was fine with him. He’s definitely my go-to company now.
Lake Salmon isn’t a four mile row right now. It goes almost all the way to Vinegar. Almost 30 miles of stroking. Cramer was a small 2, Vinegar a pushy 2.
I originally intended to row to Riggins and take out at the town park ramp. That’s where Dave was going to leave my truck. However, I was so cold by the time I got to Cache Bar, that I flagged a guy down and asked him to call Dave and see if he could bring my truck to Cache. The call got through to him just as he was sitting down to a taco dinner his wife had made for him, but he piled in the truck and drove up anyways. In the world of doing someone a favor, that’s right up there with donating a kidney. Awesome guy.
There’s some bad news of a fatality at Cache Falls. Apparently a guy without a pfd. And less than a mile from the takeout? What a horror for those folks.