You may also recall that I went in and got my bout out but left one behind.
This is Chris G's account of the rescue mission for the other boat at his blog:
Accross The Curtain
Fun Fun??
Give it a read
Cheers!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
What happened to the other guy?
Those of you who've read and been following closely my life and times, you may recall a little trip down the Elwha that turned into something more.
You may also recall that I went in and got my bout out but left one behind.
This is Chris G's account of the rescue mission for the other boat at his blog:
Accross The Curtain
Fun Fun??
Give it a read
Cheers!
You may also recall that I went in and got my bout out but left one behind.
This is Chris G's account of the rescue mission for the other boat at his blog:
Accross The Curtain
Fun Fun??
Give it a read
Cheers!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Photo update!
Photos from the weekend trips to the Ohane and Upper Upper.
and some mid week shots from Spencer's Hole.
Spencers
Ohanepecosh
Cheers!
and some mid week shots from Spencer's Hole.
Spencers
Ohanepecosh
Cheers!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Why I Soloed the Grand Canyon of the Elwha..
Almost anyway.
Two weeks ago Jeff and I went up to the Olympic Peninsula to run a remote class V near Port Angeles, on the Elwha river. The run involves and 8.5 mile hike in with boats and once we get up there, we have to deal with two class V gorges with difficult or impossible to scout rapids. One rapid is called Nightmare because it is unscoutable. When Jeff and I got to Nightmare we were feeling very tired. Jeff was recently off a 41 mile 6 day class V trip and was mentally pretty fried and I basically stood up out of a desk chair, strapped a boat on my back and hiked many miles over reasonably difficult trails.
We were tired. We knew what rapid we were facing but we saw wood in it and some logs that used to be in the river, were gone, downstream somewhere. After about an hour of talking and several conversations, the last of which was:
EJ- " I think we should go, do you have any strong feelings about that"
Jeff- "I'm scared to death of that"
EJ- "Ok, lets start hiking"
What followed was the sketchiest few hours of my life to date.
We had to ascend steep scree slopes with loose rock, no safety and nothing between us and the several hundred foot fall to the river. We attempted to climb with our boat and when that didn't work, to haul our boats up with ropes. Eventually one of the boats got caught on a rock and because they were tied together, we were forced to leave the both behind. There wasn't time and it wasn't safe to climb back down to the boats to free them. My camera was still in my boat. After we abandoned our gear we still had about 700 ft to the tree line going up the same nasty loose rock slide slopes. In a few places, Jeff had to climb first, then lower me a rope so I could get up. Eventually we just put our heads down, and scrambled up digging out hands and feet in. As long as we kept moving up, we made ground. If we stopped, we started sliding back. Once we made it to the tree line, we felt a bit safer but the terrain was just as steep. We stripped off our gear, scrambled up to the trail and hiked 6 miles back to the car, finishing in the dark. I walked funny for the next 3 days.
Over the next week a few plans hatched and fell through and by the time the Saturday night rolled around, I was planning on heading back in to get my boat and a camera back. So on Sunday morning I set out with two ropes, and rappelling gear, hiked the 6 miles back up the trail and dropped over the side.
About 8 rappel stations down I got to the boats, got them attached to me so while I rappelled the would be lowered as well. After a while of fiddling with ropes, I got both boats down to river level but had to leave both ropes tangled in something on the slope.
I secured Jeff's boat, packed up my gear, portaged the sieve that was the first rapid and set off downstream. I finished out the frist class V gorge, made one more portage and bank scouted once. The river then opens into a broad valley, where I asked a fisherman how to find the trail out above the next gorge. After portaging a ways over logs in the valley, I came to and entered the second gorge, which I had intended to walk around, without having come to a trail. I paddled down to the first horizon line, decided I'd had enough of boat-scouting class V, turned around and paddles back out of the gorge, portaged upstream and bushwacked around till I found a trail.
Once I loaded all my climbing gear and wet kayaking hear into my boat, it weighed around 100lbs or so. Carrying that up the steep 0.5 mile trail out of the gorge and up to the main trail took a little over an hour and was rather painful though once I reached the flat trail, it was easy going and fast back to the car.
I had left the wedding I was attending in Seattle about 10:30 pm Saturday, hopped the 11:45 ferry from Edmonds and gotten to the Whiskey Bend parking lot at lot at about 3 am Sunday. I left the car about 8:30 am got back about 13 hours later at 9:30 pm with my boat and camera and paddle but had left behind Jeff's boat and my two ropes. I scarffed a bagel and drove back to Portland, stopping to rest somewhere, and arrived at about 5:30 am on Monday morning.
That was two days ago.
And now I'm back at work.
EJ
8/6/08
Two weeks ago Jeff and I went up to the Olympic Peninsula to run a remote class V near Port Angeles, on the Elwha river. The run involves and 8.5 mile hike in with boats and once we get up there, we have to deal with two class V gorges with difficult or impossible to scout rapids. One rapid is called Nightmare because it is unscoutable. When Jeff and I got to Nightmare we were feeling very tired. Jeff was recently off a 41 mile 6 day class V trip and was mentally pretty fried and I basically stood up out of a desk chair, strapped a boat on my back and hiked many miles over reasonably difficult trails.
We were tired. We knew what rapid we were facing but we saw wood in it and some logs that used to be in the river, were gone, downstream somewhere. After about an hour of talking and several conversations, the last of which was:
EJ- " I think we should go, do you have any strong feelings about that"
Jeff- "I'm scared to death of that"
EJ- "Ok, lets start hiking"
What followed was the sketchiest few hours of my life to date.
We had to ascend steep scree slopes with loose rock, no safety and nothing between us and the several hundred foot fall to the river. We attempted to climb with our boat and when that didn't work, to haul our boats up with ropes. Eventually one of the boats got caught on a rock and because they were tied together, we were forced to leave the both behind. There wasn't time and it wasn't safe to climb back down to the boats to free them. My camera was still in my boat. After we abandoned our gear we still had about 700 ft to the tree line going up the same nasty loose rock slide slopes. In a few places, Jeff had to climb first, then lower me a rope so I could get up. Eventually we just put our heads down, and scrambled up digging out hands and feet in. As long as we kept moving up, we made ground. If we stopped, we started sliding back. Once we made it to the tree line, we felt a bit safer but the terrain was just as steep. We stripped off our gear, scrambled up to the trail and hiked 6 miles back to the car, finishing in the dark. I walked funny for the next 3 days.
Over the next week a few plans hatched and fell through and by the time the Saturday night rolled around, I was planning on heading back in to get my boat and a camera back. So on Sunday morning I set out with two ropes, and rappelling gear, hiked the 6 miles back up the trail and dropped over the side.
About 8 rappel stations down I got to the boats, got them attached to me so while I rappelled the would be lowered as well. After a while of fiddling with ropes, I got both boats down to river level but had to leave both ropes tangled in something on the slope.
I secured Jeff's boat, packed up my gear, portaged the sieve that was the first rapid and set off downstream. I finished out the frist class V gorge, made one more portage and bank scouted once. The river then opens into a broad valley, where I asked a fisherman how to find the trail out above the next gorge. After portaging a ways over logs in the valley, I came to and entered the second gorge, which I had intended to walk around, without having come to a trail. I paddled down to the first horizon line, decided I'd had enough of boat-scouting class V, turned around and paddles back out of the gorge, portaged upstream and bushwacked around till I found a trail.
Once I loaded all my climbing gear and wet kayaking hear into my boat, it weighed around 100lbs or so. Carrying that up the steep 0.5 mile trail out of the gorge and up to the main trail took a little over an hour and was rather painful though once I reached the flat trail, it was easy going and fast back to the car.
I had left the wedding I was attending in Seattle about 10:30 pm Saturday, hopped the 11:45 ferry from Edmonds and gotten to the Whiskey Bend parking lot at lot at about 3 am Sunday. I left the car about 8:30 am got back about 13 hours later at 9:30 pm with my boat and camera and paddle but had left behind Jeff's boat and my two ropes. I scarffed a bagel and drove back to Portland, stopping to rest somewhere, and arrived at about 5:30 am on Monday morning.
That was two days ago.
And now I'm back at work.
EJ
8/6/08
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Saturday on the White Salmon
July 16-
Corey, Devin, Joe and I met a few other folks up at BZ and did Farmlands through to BZ.
It was 3.2 on the stick at Husum and a really good day up on the river.
Enjoy the slide show!
Corey, Devin, Joe and I met a few other folks up at BZ and did Farmlands through to BZ.
It was 3.2 on the stick at Husum and a really good day up on the river.
Enjoy the slide show!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
This River Log
Since not all of the runs I do are worthy of posting full color spreads (infact some of the rivers I do aren't worth doing) and I like to get out a lot more often than I post, I wanted a way to share the rivers I'm on easily. Its little now but officially, this is the unveiling of ThisRiverLog which also appear in the sidebar.
Stay tuned for a few photos from Mike of the day thats the first entry.
Good times.
EJ
Stay tuned for a few photos from Mike of the day thats the first entry.
Good times.
EJ
Monday, June 16, 2008
Photo Update:
On the return from the Grand, Sybille and I did some traveling. We drove over Glen Canyon, through Grand Escalante, Zion and the Sierras. Slept out Twice in sub-20 degree temps and had a great time easing our re-entry. I shot a few along the way and kind of like them better than my Grand shots. I hope you enjoy
Friday, June 13, 2008
Grand Canyon Photos
They are finally here. I had enough people lay into me enough times and here they are.
We were fortunate to have the controlled flood of 41K CFS on our first couple days. The morning of our put-on we were watching the water rise inches as we packed and that was just the ramp up, the flood gates were opened the next day while we were at Soap Creek. Our first major rapid was flooded.
Many of the major rapids in the Roaring 20s where significantly changed if not gone. House Rock because a riffle with a toungue down the left whereas President Harding Rapid became a huge boat flipper that ate a cataraft and cartwheeled a 16 ft Mauravia from another group.
A few days later we were back down to typically low spring flows, drinking beer and bouncing through wave trains.
Too few days later, we took out at Diamond creek for a rude reentry into the world and a sad, long trip back home. I'm looking forward to my next visit!
Have a look at the photos to see what else went on.
This is the narrow set only 165 out of 1489 that I shot. Enjoy
We were fortunate to have the controlled flood of 41K CFS on our first couple days. The morning of our put-on we were watching the water rise inches as we packed and that was just the ramp up, the flood gates were opened the next day while we were at Soap Creek. Our first major rapid was flooded.
Many of the major rapids in the Roaring 20s where significantly changed if not gone. House Rock because a riffle with a toungue down the left whereas President Harding Rapid became a huge boat flipper that ate a cataraft and cartwheeled a 16 ft Mauravia from another group.
A few days later we were back down to typically low spring flows, drinking beer and bouncing through wave trains.
Too few days later, we took out at Diamond creek for a rude reentry into the world and a sad, long trip back home. I'm looking forward to my next visit!
Have a look at the photos to see what else went on.
This is the narrow set only 165 out of 1489 that I shot. Enjoy
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