1998 Trip Reports

Middle Fork Salmon

June 22, 1998

Donald Wright

Put in at Boundery Creek on Saturday, June 22nd to warm breezes and sunny skys and a foregiving 4.05' river level. Day 1 led us down through Velvet where I ran it just left of center, stalled out on top of the pile, and forgivingly released downstream rightside up. Hey, it was my first trip on the Middle Fork and I was looking for some excitement, but somewhere in the back of my mind I can still here my wife shouting "Pull Left!!"

For groups of 6-10 people we highly recommend Sunflower camp for the great riverside hotspring/shower. Great for second day sore muscles. Bring the Advil just in case.

The rest of the week involved increasingly higher flows as the late spring storms roared through the mountains. Tappen was large along with Redside. Strong wind bursts near Big Loon Creek shredded a few tarps and nearly took a our larger tents.

On the final day Rubber rapid was huge. Most rafters were sneaking it to the left including a paddle raft in which one boater broke her ankle when her foot was caught between the tube and self bailing floor. We later came to find the river was hovering around five feet at the end of last week. It made for great waves and pledge to come back soon.

The weather was psycho. Rain, wind, sun, rain, more rain... Used every piece of clothing from dry suits to t-shirts. If in doubt, bring it.


Owyhee Trip Report

April 4, 1998

By Del Summers

On April 4, 1998, a group of 2 boats and 4 people launched at Three Forks at a water level of about 2500, yes, in the rain and wind, something we just learned to deal with on this weekend of fun and adventure. We'd heard that small to medium sized boats were the ideal, but we never listen to what others say about stuff like that, so I in my 18' Aire Leopard and my buddy Casper in his 16' Cougar launched with my two sons Scott and Kevin. The first major rapid was "The Ledge" we zipped through a small river wide pour-over and thought hey, nothing to this and then heard the roar of the river below and eddyed out to see what was going on, after scouting the ledge we decided, ya, maybe class 4 because of technicality, we hit the second door from river right and pulled hard to stay right to avoid some large nasty boulders just below the ledge pour over. Everything was smooth sailing then until at mile 11 or so we pulled over to scout 1/2 mile rapid, a nasty rock and boulder strewn affair at least 1/2 mile in length. This is where the trouble started, my youngest son and I could not get out to river center to get a good line down the left side and got hung up on a rock, it took us about two hours to get a rope from shore and winch off the rock, but after getting turned loose I swear to God thats the fastest 1/2 mile I've ever done. By the time Casper and Scott got ready to run !/2 mile it was dark and decided to stay where they were till morning, Kevin found a ledge about 50 yards up from where we had eddied out and we packed our camp gear up the hill bone tired and suffering slight hypo-thermia from being in the cold water for so long and found out allot of our gear was wet, dry bags are great but not perfect. After a good hot meal of hot dogs and chili, we slid into our slightly wet sleeping bags and managed not to freeze by morning, Casper and Scott finally got down to us about 10:30, they had a pretty miserable night sleeping on the rocks above the rapid. Sunday the sun decided to shine on us and pretty much gave us all smiley faces, we decided to float to just above Widowmaker, camp and rest for the big drop on Monday. Monday the river Gods were still with us and gave us sunshine for the widowmaker, we scouted for an hour and Casper was ready to line the boats, but that was almost impossible at this water flow too, I thought it looked runnable, and said I'd go first, so we set up a rescue team down below and we nailed it, right down the only line possible, Casper wasn't so lucky but was enough in the line that he punched the right side of the big boulder and just got stood straight up and danm near thrown out of his boat. The rapids below Widowmaker were just what we needed to finish the trip out, nice, short class 3s and 4s, the wind sucked really bad and the last 8 miles was all flat water, but it made us work so we could stay warm and it rained all 8 miles. The Owyhee is an asskicken river and yes, probably easier in smaller cats, but as my good buddy Casper says "If you're gonna be this stupid ya got to be tough". Personnaly, I'm glad we did it, but I don't think I'll be wantin to do it again anytime soon. Yours Floatin the Rivers of Idaho,
Del Summers


Bruneau Trip Report

May 8, 9, 10, 1998

Had a great trip down the Bruneau this weekend. After the usual harrowing Class V shuttle in Friday afternoon, we had a fine supper of elk burgers, cooked and eaten under the river tarp, light rain, not too bad. Several showers Friday night, river seemed to be up a little Sat. morning. There were two other groups at the put in, and we saw at least one go downstream, so we got up early to make a run for one of the two decent campsites downstream.

Logjam was a piece of cake at this flow, the left side was doable, and the garage on the right side above the logjam was not so huge that it grabbed you and kept you in. The race to the East Fork campground was on, the river was moving fast, and the drop-offs were great. About noon, our leader took off at a sprint for the camp, just beating a huge group of kayakers and rafters from Canada. They pulled in anyway, and we graciously consented to share the large camp at East Fork. After the tents were thrown up, the tarp became the next order of business, as the rain from last night was back, is this really the Idaho desert? We spent Sat. evening under the river tarp again, enjoying a fine meal of chicken Teriyaki and zucchini casserole. The driftwood campfire in the firepan was most welcome.

Sunday dawned grey and damp again, had to stuff a wet tent one more time. This is the desert, right? My sage branch river gauge showed about a foot rise in the river overnight, so we had high hopes for Five Mile.

Stopped at the sandbar above Five Mile to tighten up life jackets and straps, and put on helmets. Then took off. It was a great level, not bony at all, and the pourovers weren’t quite big enough to grab my Wildcat and suck me back in. About halfway through someone’s Carlisle oar was sticking straight up out of the water, about five feet from the right bank. I thought about pulling over and attempting a retrieval, but I was running sweep, and didn’t want to get too far behind the group. Anyway, it’s probably still there if anyone is looking for it. All five of our boats had great runs.

Pulled over and scouted Wild Burro, the left looked runnable in a small cat, but no one chose that side. The right side had a nice pillow going off the cliff, with plenty of room to the left to get set up.

Except for the nearly nonstop drizzle, (desert, right), a great weekend on the river at a great flow.

See you on the river,

Bob Koch

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