Creekin is something whitewater paddlers do. Goin down to the “crik” is something the locals do. Since Eagle Creek is nearly in our backyard and given that I wore overalls this past weekend then throw in the variable that Ox “we goll darn gone and done it” pronounces it that way, well, ORT went crikkin.


This little tributary to the Clackamas wasn’t quite rip snortin with all the recent rain but it was full which buffered out the normally technical sections and made for some quality crikkin. After about 3 portages and several astonished looks from fisherman who do indeed say crik we finally arrived at what might be the most forgiving 18 footer ever.
After the crew successfully navigated that remote behemoth we bounced on down to the lower falls.

What is normally an undercut nasty horizon line was a big wave train with a few large holes which we smashed right down the gut. It was a goll darn hoot. The Oldsmobile that has been in the crik for years was still parked in the river bed but all those nasty trees which can clog up the busy III+ section below the lower falls were gone. Well shoot! So we parked the boats in the barn and headed on down to the No Place Saloon where we wetted our whistles and reflected back on just how fortunate we are to have such a lovely little crik.

Special thanks to our following supporters who provided safety gear which made our day in the country such a delight: Next Adventure, Aire Rafts, Shred Ready Helmets, Whitewater Designs, Team Quest (nice barn), Immersion Research, and OS Systems.
































