The River of Return is so named because it starts on the Salmon River, which has the oddly-romantic, but still-inexplicable nickname of the River of No Return, but when the venerable Forrest McCarthy pored over maps and realized that a great weeklong loop can be made using the Main Salmon, Big Creek, and the Middle Fork of the Salmon back to your start point, well, there was only one natural name for this trip.
Our trip started in the spring, when we decided that we wanted to do this trip but we hadn't had the foresight to apply for a Main Salmon permit during the signup window in January. Historically it's been pretty easy to get cancelled permits once the season gets going, but the Forest Service changed their system so that when a permit was cancelled the first person to nab it online was the taker. However, some way-uncool person figured out how to create an online "bot" that was constantly monitoring the site and would instantly grab any cancellation that came up, and apparently this person was attempting to sell a subscription to this "service" to his fellow river runners. The Forest Service got wind of this and changed their system, and I heard that the 'bot creator is still recirculating in some awful ledge hole on his way to Hell. However, the new system was suspect as well; they would post a cancellation one day and the permit would come open on a first come, first serve basis at exactly 9am the next day. Our small crew then began to rally to go for these permits, and with an atomic clock at the ready the instant 9:00:00 turned over we "applied".....and they were gone. I was convinced that it was again being 'botted (is that a word?) or the system was otherwise somehow rigged, and we should just poach it, but about the time Paul pointed out that sounded a lot like our petulant President he sent out a text at 9:01 saying "Got one!" I love the new system. It's incredible. The best ever. Believe me.
And thus we found ourselves at Cache Bar on the Main Salmon, which is the takeout for the Middle Fork that comes in a few miles upstream.
And thus we found ourselves at Cache Bar on the Main Salmon, which is the takeout for the Middle Fork that comes in a few miles upstream, where the commercial guides with the big sweep boats and their many huge rafts tried to push we lowly pack rafters around as we geared up ("Just to let you know.....we NEED this picnic table, and our bus NEEDS to turn around right where you are!"; I didn't really tolerate this hubris and told them so). Since our first couple of days were on the water we loaded up the inside of our boats with heavier food and (for Paul and I) some beers (as per river trip protocol). Due to the copious snowpack of this winter the Salmon still had plenty of water in it ($>9k at Whitebird, and the Middle Fork was still 2.7 feet) so soon enough we were merrily bobbing down the river....soon to return!
A few miles down we arrived at the Corn Creek launch site, which is where the ranger station is, and the very nice ranger checked us out: fire pan for the fires we won't create, pfds we hope not to use, shit containers that we need to carry in our boats...and on our backs? She also admonished us to drink only water from the side streams (the Salmon runs through a few towns and lots of rangeland) and of course to purify it. Being the contrarian I am I asked why purify (thinking of my earlier blawg post regarding water) and she of course said "to protect against giardia" - which I knew she would, so I pounced, somewhat dickishly (but I really wanted to hear what she had to say): "Really? Has it been proven that giardia is prevalent in these parts?" And she admitted that it was not and really she didn't know but that was one of the things that she was required to say. Fair enough.
We floated down the Salmon for 2.5 days (covering 55 miles; most of the "best" of the Salmon) at a pretty leisurely pace, bobbing through plenty of fluffy class 3 rapids:
and moving a lot more easily than Tom and I had on the anemic flows of a few years ago. The biggest rapid, Black Rock Falls (upstream of the former Salmon Falls) gave us a little excitement (and put those "personal floating devices" to a bit of a test) but quick midstream self-rescues in the really-warm river kept the tension down.
This caused us a bit of consternation:
|Paul looking at a big, new fire that might be in our hiking path? (it wasn't)|
|Classic main salmon beach camp|
|Like trolls under the bridge, we hunker in the shade for a mid-afternoon game of scrabble. Sawyer is clearly using it for some necessary teen nap time.|
|a little ways up|
|a bit further|
|a big snag standing guard, farther up|
|and further yet|
|Chicken Peak is the one in the distance; I doubt many chickens have made it up there, aside from those in a tin ca|
|Sue, happy to have a trickle of the crux water|
and it generated our only minor casualty of the trip:
|It was nice and deep, with a bit of gristle showing at the bottom edge!|
and we pressed onward.
|An old fire lookout on top|
|Sue on the lookout!|
|It could use a woman's touch...|
|Looking back along our ridgeline, with the smoke from the fire creating the haze|
|There's a nice campsite near the summit that is good for slumbering, clearly|
|It's a beautiful ridgeline|
|with lots of great wildflowers, compliments of the good snowpack.|
|Sawyer wondering what his friends are doing back home; likely not following a barely-there "trail" over sharp dead logs with a 50 lb pack....|
and even the camp at Beaver Creek -that was indicated on the USGS topo map - was blown in:
|but the Brothers Diegel found a little spot|
|Burns make for good flowers, and Idaho has plenty!|
We took 2.5 days to hike down to Big Creek, and we were happy to see plenty of water where we met the creek (there was not enough in Big Creek 4 years ago, so we had to hike down to the equally-sized Monumental Creek for enough water) and thus unpacked the boats, grateful to get the weight back off our shoulders and start floating again.
|Everybody's happy to get the packs off|
|and back on the water!|
Big Creek is mostly a very mellow float for about 20+ miles:
|It's not too burly when you can float past fishermen wading in the middle (they had flown in to a guided fishing lodge).|
|A cool cave, and LOTS of smoke; I thought we got into the wilderness to get away from pollution!|
|there's a small gorge in the middle of the flatwater; Paul nailing the main drop|
|Greg proving a pack raft is a surf machine|
|Lots of nice class 3 like this|
|Lining up for The Big Drop!|
"Hot Springs Trail" that stretches from Santa Barbara, CA over/through the Sierras, across Nevada, and up through Idaho to Canada. It's not yet well-known, but if the guy's enthusiasm is any indication (the heavy 600 page guidebook on that link) maybe it will get that way?
Sue decided to hike the gorge with the couple, and they had some interesting facts: like many through hikers, they were using running shoes (her) and very mellow hikers (him), they never treat water (and have had no problems, further validating my point!), and she literally "eats" three protein/caloric shakes per day ("Jimmy Joy" - an odd name for an odd "diet")....and nothing else. Which I guess is great: not actually eating means no need for a stove!
Reaching the Middle Fork represented the last leg of our journey.
|Sawyer stoked after successfully navigating the "hardest section ever"!|
|the head of the MFS's "Impassable Canyon"|
|a sweep boat - in the smoke - carrying literally tons of gear; a big contrast to our equally-comfy little crafts and our own gear|
Kudos again to Forrest McCarthy for coming up with this great loop in the first place, and big thanks for the New England Pack Rafting team:
for making the journey out here, and to brother Paul