We’ve had drama in the skies, drama from big flows, and drama from damaged boats. An unfortunate random moment of inattention reminded me that limestone ledges which are normally six feet out of the water are a lot sharper than the ones that spend all year in the river. Below is my damaged boat stripped of passengers and limping down to a viable repair location:
And on my second trip, two nights ago, we were awake watching a thunderstorm blow in when a freak microburst of wind lifted our paddleboat into the air, tore off its bowline, carried it 40 yards and impaled it on a dead juniper. (Photos courtesy of Martin Magneson and featuring Yours Truly, way past his bedtime)
Exciting times this year! I hope our luck gets a little better next week in Idaho.