Just got back from my three-day adventure on the Payette River in Idaho. This wasn't the flat-water trip I expected.
The huge runoff created monster, chaotic haystack waves on the Payette. I went out of my boat in the second rapid on the first day, and after a terrifying swim and rescue, I realized I had no business paddling that water in a small boat after five years off the river. So I let someone else use my boat and I joined four other people in a paddle raft.
That was the first day on the Main Payette -- the "easy" run.
The second day, the Carbarton run offered up even bigger rapids, followed by the tour de force: Howard's Plunge.
Howard's Plunge at this water level was a 30-foot drop with huge, smashing waves. The paddle boat that went down ahead of us got sucked under completely and all six aboard went into the drink. As we entered the rapid, our boat got hit by a enormous wave on the port side, and my fellow rear paddler Layla simply disappeared, washed overboard. I lost my paddle. Our paddle boat captain, Rick, also was washed overboard but managed to hold onto the rope. I pulled him back in. We did not capsize. Howard's Plunge feeds into almost a pond-like section of calm river, and it looked like a yard sale, as we picked up boats, people, paddles, shoes, hats ...
It was an incredible trip, but not without consequences. A woman in our group went out in one rapid, and we couldn't find her. She had to go through the next huge rapid before we could get to her -- a quarter mile in all. She badly banged up her leg on a rock and that night we thought maybe her femur was fractured. Another paddle captain swam and banged up his knee.
But we all survived ... and to tell you what the weekend was like, all but one of us took an involuntary dip in the drink.
Monday night was my first Fourth of July celebration in Crouch, Idaho. I had been forewarned. It was pure anarchy. Each year, this little mountain town's main street is cordoned off for anyone -- sober or drunk! -- to shoot off fireworks, no matter how large or small. Some were breathtaking & rivaled the simultaneous municipal firework show.
The chaos, smoke and din were incredible. We had to be alert as a few fireworks exploded on the street and sent their fiery discharge at the crowd. Others were awe-inspiring. Hundreds of people crowded into town for the spectacle and the party. (this video of the 2009 celebration shows what it's like. INSANE!)
Not all celebrators were benign. Some folks lobbed bottle rockets at spectators across the street, and one guy lit & dropped them on our outdoor dance floor & nearly hit one of our party. A few explosions felt & sounded like dynamite.
Nevertheless, we danced, twirled and formed a huge conga line as an immense number of fireworks exploded over our heads and ash floated down into our hair. What a rush! When the maelstrom ended, firework detrius covered the street.
Afterward, we walked back to our cars under pitch-black, starry skies with huge smiles.
On edit: I did not take pictures, but several others did and will be sharing them with me. I'll post them as I get them.