Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Vicky had always wanted to complete the Appalachian Trail to ensure a triple-crown; Jay and I did not share such ambitions. But we did share an ambition to float and try out the art of packrafting, whereby one takes a light, inflatable raft or kayak, paddles, dry bags, and then places such items onto a backpack, treks to the destination, and then allows the river to dictate your course. Come what might.
Ah, the San Juan. Where we heard the slogan of our trip, "Run it down the Middle!" That forever stuck in our craniums, and you can decide what it meant.
Mattson-family-style, we went whole hog, as the saying goes. During the summer, we rafted the following in the heart of Utah river-floating territory: the Muddy Creek, the Escalante, the San Juan, the San Rafael, and the Dirty Devil. All of these rivers, as Jay learned, form a sort of network that ties into the mighty Colorado (now part of which is sunken below the silted waters of Lake Powell). Though it was a tough year for snowmelt (very little of it), it was a rainy summer, which kept the rivers high. In the case of the San Juan, very high, reportedly around 8,000 cfs, and in the case of the Dirty Devil enough to do it later than we thought we could (running a meager 100 cfs, and I was told that you needed at least 50). It also meant, though, that we had current even when getting close to Lake Powell -- so on the Dirty Devil, we were on the lake but not really on the lake but on ye old Dirty Devil river running its course (we also had a fortunate take out where twenty five miles of bike riding back to our put in shrank to fourteen due to a kindly gentleman who gave us and our bikes and our rafts a ride to our dirt road).
The Muddy Creek trip required a sixty five mile mountain bike ride on ATV trails, which caused us to run out of water and food. We wound up camping for an evening at a slimy water hole, disrupting a band of wild horses, but seeing a moon-rise that blew our hungry minds.
After Utah, Jay and I headed north to Montana and floated the South Fork of the Flathead -- perhaps one of the best trips possible. We witnessed a grizzly bear crossing the river, and I wound up catching at least a dozen cutthroat trout on a cheap rod that I purchased (having forgotten my good one). We also floated the Blackfoot River -- which gave us some rather thrilling whitewater experiences.
On the way to Montana, we stopped off in North Dakota (a state witnessing an oil boom that's astounding) and floated for six days the Little Missouri River, through both the north and south sections of the Theodore Roosevelt National Park.
To sum up: A blast was had. For those who want more information and some fun footage of people doing the trips we did, check out here: Southwest packrafting
And now for some of our own pictoires:
Mattson mapping the Dirty Devil trip, after a four mile hike from our car that drove down a road that was, oy, rather difficult (pictures to follow):
That's it for now -- there's ton of other photos. After completing all of this, Jay went off to do more trail work. I went off to do research on punk rock. And then later I joined Vicky for the last portion of the AT, hiking the Hundred Mile Wilderness in Maine.
Friday, June 19, 2015
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Friday, November 7, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
I didn't post anything about this when it originally happened. That's because my family and I did a lot of follow-up interviews from interested journalists. In any case, the story that prompted all that was about outsiders going to Ferguson back in mid-August. I post here the original (and in my mind the best) story that prompted all that followed.
Outsiders in Ferguson
Outsiders in Ferguson