Boaters must have interesting weather discussions at work. While others are complaining about the rain, we simply smile and sneak back into the office to check flows. Personally I have quit trying to explain the benefits of rain to those who have chosen to reside in a traditionally wet climate. Take your glass that is half full and watch golf on TV in your shelter, were goin boatin!
The Bruno Mountain run of the North Santiam was free of wood and full of big surf. After completing this jolly session of splashing around, the take-out conversation turned to a nearby run of a treacherous nature. No one had been down the notorious for wood Breitenbush River since this last, or, current high water event much less a solo raft…
It was about 5:30pm when we put in at Cleator Bend with the level at about 1800cfs. The flows were on the way down as evidenced by the water turning back to blue and no longer being brown as it was when we passed earlier in the day. I was the only paddler in our R5 who had ever seen this run and that was 4 years ago in a kayak at 300cfs. One of the benefits of training racing teams is that when you try something like this everyone is strong, dialed in, and will not hesitate when given commands.
Minus the 3 mandatory portages and 2 tight moves to miss wood, the run was Class IV. However, throw in the unknown status of a twisty, narrow, woody river in addition to the 2 must make small portage eddies and it was game on! We obviously made it with the only incidents being losing a paddle during the 1st portage (we should have known better!) and me getting blasted out of the boat by what had to be a hole as I’m fairly certain there were no linebackers in the river. My paddle even stayed in the boat, ever seen those macabre pictures of someone that got hit by a train and their shoes are still on the ground where they were standing?
At any rate, all the major drops were clean “at this time”. The wood was at the bottom of (3) Class III drops and appeared as though when the level does drop a kayak can likely limbo underneath of them. We don’t care if it is June, rain=water=life.






















































