The car is all loaded up and we are ready to go.
Brad and his boxer dawg Mac kept Wickey company while we were gone.
(For some fun quick facts about the lake, you can go here.)
Brian was dead set on catching a fish this trip.
He brought his trusty pole and got it ready for a day of fishing.
The trail descends over 700 feet in about a mile. That's pretty steep!
Swimming is also allowed in Cleetwood Cove. But trust me, you don't stay in that water long! The water temperature varies from 32-66 degrees, but I'd say it was closer to the 32 degree side of that range when we were there.
The expression on my face says it all, I dove in and couldn't catch my breath for a few minutes even after I was out of the water!
Brian had to show off and jump in from a rock formation that was about 20 feet up . . .
We had no idea that kayaks or inner-tubes were going to be an option. Brian went down almost all 40 miles of the Wild and Scenic Section of the river in a kayak and I had a blast in the inner-tube.
Second Day on the River
We stopped for lunch on a sandy beach just below this cabin. After we were through eating, we were told a story of what had happened here; a story of crazy old recluse miners, murder and mayhem. Our guides did a wonderful job sharing the history and wonder of this wild wilderness with us.
A quick picture before heading out on the river for the afternoon.
We pulled off the river for the second night and stayed at Marial Lodge (mile 53.7).
The lodge was built by Tom Billings. His daughter, Marial, ran the lodge for many years until she sold it to Ted Camp in the 60's. Ted sold it to his daughter Lori and her husband Pat, who have been running the lodge since 1982.
After a wonderful rib dinner at Marial, Bob took some of us on a scouting hike to check out Mule Creek Canyon, which we would be rafting in the morning.Its hard to tell how high up we are here in the pictures, but we're about 200 feet above the canyon. I'm sitting on a ledge over looking Stair Creek Falls across the way.
The two rocks in the middle left of the picture below are called "The Jaws". They are at the entrance of the canyon and definitely set the mood. We all went to bed filled with nervous excitement!DAY FIVE: Tuesday, July 7th
The next morning, we were geared up for the mile long trip through the canyon. It was our last day on the river and the canyon rapids were going to be good ones!
Here is a picture of Bob in action. I think we had the most knowledgable and skilled guides on the river. True story, we actually saw a guide from another outfit reading a river map at the entrance of a rapid to try to figure out how to get through it!
Our guides knew the Rogue like the back of their hand and it was easier for us to have a good time knowing we were being taken care of so well!
Blossom Bar (mile 56.1) was the only place where we all had to ride through on the rafts. The last couple of years a few people have gotten caught in some of the more sketchy areas of this rapid and have died. I got some neat video as our guides took us through Blossom.
front middle: Robin - Bay Area, CA; Darlene - Eugene, OR; Brian & I - Portland, OR
front right: Robin's grandson, Daynon and his dad Bryan - Chico, CA;
Guy - guide, hiding behind Bryan
back left: Johnny, guide
back middle: Julie and Houston - Lake Oswego, OR; James and Lauren - California
We had traveled about 40 miles along the Wild and Scenic Section of the beautiful Rogue River and had lived to smile about it!
A HUGE thank you to White Water Warehouse for an amazing adventure!
We can't wait to do it again!
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