A River Runnin’ Summer !
After a nice five month break, it’s time to reconnect and get back on the blogging grid! This summer I took /earned one of the best jobs I’ve had in a very long time. The summer was spent river guiding with Mackey River Wilderness Trips.
The journey began at the end of May with some friends and I running the Locsa followed by an epic early season Middle Fork trip. The Middle Fork trip is worth of a little more detail as the water at put in was running at 5.8ft. By the second day of the trip, the river spiked to 9.0 ft and was roaring at near biblical proportions! The trip was filled with raging storms, cold weather, mind-boggling white water and a sense of relief for having made it safely back to dry land.
June was a time for parting ways with friends in Salmon, ID and adventuring to Stanley, ID to meet my new employer. Under the instruction of one great owner / operator and some insanely good guides I managed to survive and successfully push down the Middle Fork three times and complete six trips down the wonderful and glorious Main Salmon. The first few trips were filled with a lot of learning, moments pure brilliance on the water and quit a few moments of “what the hell is that guy doing”!
By the end of the season I was pushing like a champ and still finding “holes” pretty much deliberately, breaking down camp, cooking, socializing and overall running on a river like a man on a mission. Our gusts were always great and the company of folks I worked with was fantastic. Words will never describe the bonds you have with a group of people who rely on each other to run a safe and fun river trip and can fix anything with almost nothing! Trust me we cooked five nights of meals that were deemed fantastic by our gusts, having forgotten 9lbs of butter;) …..we could do almost anything!
Leaves got lighter and the water got lower, the season had come to an end. Too many unbelievable memories to write about, but will not ever be forgotten. I often think about the people I worked with this summer, mostly with a smile and a chuckle. Old man winter rapidly descends on me back here in Park City and the hills are calling my name.
I embrace the snow with a bigger smile this season knowing now what it will bring me next summer.