Then we took the Doryaks and set out for a tour of the West. Here’s an homage to Ed Abbey in Cisco.
And on north to the White River–a tributary of the Green I’ve often heard is canoeable. Turns out it’ll take a full sized dory as well. Andy brought a Briggs, RJ brought a classic SportYak, and we took the Doryaks. A lot of cattle and even more sheep. But the scenery was sublime.
There are some mighty strange rocks on the way back to town.
Next up: the Upper Colorado, from just below Gore Canyon to just above Glenwood Canyon. RJ dropped out and Coop joined us in a kayak. A lot of road traffic, but again, the scenery was magnificent and the rapids kind of exciting at times.
Acres of iris.
Coop rowing Rodeo Rapid in Spooky.
Cocktail hour in a millennium-old Rocky Mountain Juniper.
Then I dropped Dawn of in the remarkable City of Rocks for a week of climbing while I headed north to the upper Salmon River.
Willow joined me for an overnight from North Fork to Corn Creek. And we found out that in just the right exploding wave, a Doryak will actually invert.
Lunch of champions.
I rejoined Dawn and we went over to Oregon and launched on the Rogue.
Words fail me. What a wonderful river, and what a great sized boat to row it in. The classic Briggs shape was born on this river and works perfectly even in a boat this small.
Next we had to go see how Doryaks fare in the ocean. Here we are at Sunset Bay, where Buzz Holmstrom test-drove his first boat.
Then even deeper into the roots of these drift boats that have overwhelmed my life for the last four decades. The McKenzie, where they were first invented. My good friend Roger Fletcher hooked us up with Aaron Helfrich, grandson of one of the original drift boat creators, Prince Helfrich. The Helfrich clan still dominate the drift boat world here and on the Middle Fork, rowing open boats in crazy water. We were technically volunteers in a lamprey survey, but we felt like pampered passengers. What a treat to see a third-generation career drift boatman row.
And of course he caught us dinner.
Up to Olallie to run the Class III run in Doryaks. Olallie Creek is quite spectacular in its own right.
As usual, we were too busy rowing to take pictures of the craziness. But here’s a camp shot of the wild blue water.
Doryaks parked next to their cousin, the aluminum McKenzie drift boat.
Roger met us at Leaburg Lake where we took out and got a tour of the future McKenzie River Interpretive Center, based in the old hatchery. Here is the room once commandeered by Keith Steele to build dories. This is the birthplace of Martin Litton’s original fleet, and the first Oregon drift boats to visit the Colorado River. Deep heritage here.
Then over to the Coquille, Buzz Holmstrom’s home river. We floated the boats for a couple hours while we loaded a few thousand dollars worth of Port Orford cedar on the trailer to build more boats. Holy wood.
Here’s the mill, a few miles up the creek from Coquille.
It was finally time to head home. But not without a night at Bandon Beach.
And a walk in the redwoods, the ancient giants.
Five thousand miles and a month later we got back home to Flagstaff. The grand test of the Doryaks could not have gone any better. I think we’ll keep ’em. On Thursday I head to Lees Ferry for my first Grand Canyon trip since Covid tweaked our world.
I’ll close with my favorite Mary Oliver poem:
West Wind #2
You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, and listen to me. There is life without love. It is not worth a bent penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a dead dog nine days unburied. When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, the churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the sharp rocks – when you hear that unmistakable pounding – when you feel the mist on your mouth and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls plunging and steaming – then row, row for your life toward it.
Thank you.Wonderful report
Maybe one of your best posts. A great adventure!