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<\/p>\nIt all began with a wedding.<\/p>\n
Not just any wedding\u2014one of those magical, sun-drenched mountain celebrations where the air smells like wildflowers and everyone you care about is under the same twinkle-lit tent. Dancing barefoot on a sticky homemade dance floor to a blend of 2000s rap, \u201880s rock and touch of bluegrass. It was perfect. Except for the timing.<\/p>\n
Nearly every member of our crew was there (including the bride and groom), celebrating love instead of staging at Boundary Creek. Two of our crew had left from Bozeman. The rest of us? We piled into trucks before dawn, hungover on joy (and probably margaritas), groggy and under-rested.<\/p>\n
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At 6:30 am we hit the road from Boise headed north. By 8:30, our group chat buzzed. An SOS.<\/p>\n
The Bozeman duo had hit a rock the size of a bowling ball coming around a blind corner 10 miles outside Challis. Car crippled. No cell service. They hiked back into town. Unharmed, but desperate. Found a tow number online. Foreign accent. $750 credit card deposit. Then… silence.<\/p>\n
Scammed.<\/p>\n
Thankfully, they were holed up at the 7C\u2014a local gem slinging legendary boneless chicken, ice cream and deviled eggs better than your grandma’s. The woman behind the counter took one look at them and said, “Don\u2019t call anybody else. Willie is on his way.”<\/p>\n
Willie. A legend.<\/p>\n
He arrived in a single-cab pickup with two dogs and a calm that said, “I\u2019ve seen worse.” He scooped the girls, loaded the busted car and hauled them to Stanley like it was just another day.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, I dropped our trailer and crew at Boundary Creek, then doubled back through snowy switchbacks and muddy gravel to meet them in Stanley. With time to kill, I posted up at Mountain Village for a bowl of elk chili and a bloody mary that tasted like salvation.<\/p>\n
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At 2:30 pm, the Bozeman crew rolled in\u2014dogs, busted car and all. Willie hopped out, looked me up and down. “You must be the guy.”<\/p>\n
That\u2019d be me. You must be Willie.<\/p>\n
He told me about running the Middle Fork in \u201992 at 7.2 feet. “Wouldn\u2019t do that again,” he said with a chuckle.<\/p>\n
We got back to Boundary Creek at 4:30 pm. Boats were rigged. Launch time: 5:30 pm. Destination: Joe Bump, 13 miles in. “Joe Bump?” scoffed a grizzled Aussie guide, motioning with his invisible oars, “You better get rowing.” Once again, a word of caution, only this time from a guy who knows exactly what we are getting ourselves into.<\/p>\n
Mile 1: Murph\u2019s Hole. A private group pinned left. Our lead boat tried to dodge right only to pin on the rock that creates “Murph\u2019s Hole.” A full hour of wrangling, near Z-drag territory. Finally freed, we limped two more miles and snagged an empty beach. Joe Bump was out of reach\u2014and no group deserves the misfortune we found waiting at this potentially “reserved” site. Wet bags. Wet socks. Soaked-through spirits. But finally\u2026 sleep.<\/p>\n
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Day two dawned cold and wet, and our itinerary slapped us in the face. We had 21 river miles scheduled. But due to the shortened first day, we now had to cover 30. Thirty daunting river miles and an entire day to do it. We rallied the troops, launched at 8:30 am, and rowed like we were being chased by ghosts. Hells Half was a bumpy ride but everybody made it through (thankful for good boat spacing and enough water).<\/p>\n
Mile 5: Velvet.<\/p>\n
Now if you don\u2019t know by now, Velvet is… different. Forever changed by 2023\u2019s blowouts, the rapid now looked like it had been chewed up and spit out by the river gods themselves. First three boats: clean. Fourth: no show. Fifth boat floats through, wide-eyed: “He’s popped! One tube\u2019s flat!”<\/p>\n
A wave of uncertainty hits. The kind your mom would get for the 15 minutes you were late after a night out in high school. We scrambled up the canyon wall to scout. No sightlines. A sweep boat captain drifted by, shrugged. “Three boats down there. One looks bad. They aren\u2019t mobilizing any time soon. Sorry I couldn\u2019t help, they are in a nasty spot.”<\/p>\n
While worry still has a hold over the entire group, there is a sense of calmness. The two boats helping are experienced river runners and engineers by trade. They should be able to get this worked out, it just might take a couple hours. We set the timer, kick back on the beach and wait.<\/p>\n
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I\u2019ll never paddle without that couch and the 50 feet of NRS cam straps it takes to turn a piece of furniture into a floating rescue device.<\/p>\n Now when you think of a popped boat, usually it would be a puncture in one cell. Heck, in the worst case it would be a large gash too big for even the largest strip of repair material.<\/p>\n This was worse. It looked like a cheese grater had been ran across the top side of both cells. 1.5 hours later, 11 holes patched, she floats. Holding air, no doubt, but still leaking. With the help of an occasional K-Pump we can still make some miles. Certainly not the 30 we needed to make, but we can make some.<\/p>\n Losing light, we scouted camps, hoping we didn\u2019t have to run Pistol at dusk. The one we had hoped for? Taken. But .3 miles downstream we found the next camp. A slim eddy, barely wide enough for three boats\u2014perfect for our seven.<\/p>\n While unloading, the same woman who\u2019d hit the rock in Challis slipped and took a rock to the face. Chipped tooth. Split lip. Bloodied and bruised, she looked up from a wad of gauze and grinned: “At least I\u2019ll look good for NASCAR night.”<\/p>\n That attitude? It kept us alive.<\/p>\n Later that night, another leak. The other<\/em> cat tube was now flat. Of course it was. Tomorrow\u2019s problem.<\/p>\n Day 3. Morning. We hauled the tube into camp and discovered six new holes. A bent frame. A punctured dry box. The boat\u2019s frame\u2014a product marketed as “unbendable pipe”\u2014had clearly met its match. Another half a roll of Tear-Aid and we were back in action.<\/p>\n We had 27 miles ahead to get to our first designated campsite. Doable.<\/p>\n Twelve miles in, we were cruising.<\/p>\n WHAM.<\/p>\n An oar flew out of the hand of an oarsman. Granted, he originally rocked pins and clips and through some peer pressure decided this would be the trip he would learn to “feather.” (He should switch back). This oar smashed into his passenger\u2019s head. Concussion symptoms immediately. Dilated pupils. Nausea. Light sensitivity. We made a hasty boat switch to give her some much-needed stability and pressed on.<\/p>\n Morale? Low.<\/p>\n Then\u2014like some grisly waterborne guardian angel\u2014the Aussie guide reappeared on the bank.<\/p>\n “YOU MADE IT!” he howled. “Have you hit any of your designated camps yet?”<\/p>\n “No,” we muttered.<\/p>\n “HA! Well, you better keep rowing.” Once again rowing his invisible oars.<\/p>\n It was the laugh we needed.<\/p>\n That night, 27 miles later, we made our first designated site. Theme night: 19th hole. Golf attire.<\/p>\n If you’re familiar with the game beer darts, our group has put a spin on this. Everybody gets one canned beverage and places it in the layout of a makeshift golf course. Each person is then given a dart and, as a group, we walk the course, stopping to shoot from the prior hole. If your can is hit, you drink it.<\/p>\n Fourteen holes later, a few rounds from the cooler, some much-needed rest for our concussed teammate, and we. Are. SO. BACK.<\/p>\n Day 4: 10.9 miles. Tubes patched again. NASCAR night on deck.<\/p>\n Themed nights on the river are always a hit but NASCAR night came at the perfect time. We are finally on a river trip. It\u2019s almost like we forgot why we do the thing.<\/p>\n But by this NASCAR night, the trip wasn\u2019t over, and everybody knew it. It was almost like we had been conditioned to fear disaster around the next bend.<\/p>\n Yet the rest of the trip went like most river trips go: Comfortable, minimal chaos and great times with friends in the heart of the wilderness. The confluence came and went, slight tears falling as Cache Bar came into sight. One more rapid and this trip is in the books, and we are back to reality.<\/p>\n One last test: Cramer Creek. A wave train finale that felt more like a rite of passage than a rapid. It baptized us.<\/p>\n We hit the take-out at 1:30 pm. The end?<\/p>\n Not quite.<\/p>\n Yes, the lead car knew we were going to Challis. Yes, I did tell him to follow the river until we get to Salmon. Then go to Challis. Yes, the sign says you can get to Challis by following Panther Creek. No, it is not<\/em> a shortcut.<\/p>\n About 2.5 hours up the winding dirt road that parallels Panther Creek and, with numerous honks and flashing lights, we get to the Salmon truck route.<\/p>\n We chose to let them push on, knowing cell service was waiting 23 miles later. And while we knew the damaged car was hopefully fixed, we had no clue where that might be.<\/p>\n Was this a mistake? Maybe. Did we pop a tire 15 miles away from Salmon? 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