As all, true river stories
start:
No shit there we were…
Tatiana and Donna |
Floating down the Hog Creek
run of the Rogue River on a hot, late-summer day. Ruby and Cecil were, as always, introducing new friends to
the river. They had introduced us
to Steve and Donna and the Rogue when we arrived. This time it was Bob and Shirley. Bob was a big, brawny guy, impressing his new girlfriend
with a special day.
Bob and Shirley were a
picture out of an early Sawyer catalog: The beautiful, smiling couple in a two-person
yellow Tahiti, both wearing the requisite lifejackets. They were still called lifejackets
then, even though they had little floatation and the PDF sides were laced to
the back with a crossed stitched line, just like sneaker lacings. Soggy sneakers was a common phrase. That’s what we wore on our feet to be
safe in the water and on the rocks. Bob showed up in his flip-flops and with only one borrowed paddle
for their boat. They were
first-timers but it was a slow, easy stretch of river so it was no big deal. Of course if they had really been in a Sawyer catalog they both would have had paddles instead of
just the macho man.
We unloaded at the Hog Creek
put in, negotiated the shuttle cars and drivers, and began pumping the various
inflatable kayaks. The water was
low and the float was slow, but it was summer time and living was easy. We were “on the Rogue again,“ for perhaps
the last time that season. Even
the Salmon were finished. More salmon
than I had ever seen, before or since that summer, were floating belly up after
their tiring run up the river.
Bob and Shirley were riding low
and slow in the water, the yellow caboose of our Tahiti train. The rest of the couples knew better than
to share a boat. It was a recipe
for an argument, if not worse.
As the shadows grew long we
paddled through the only bit of interest on the river, an unremarkable hole
right above the canyon. After going
through we turned around floating backwards in the quiet water to watch the
others. Big Bob was paddling in
the back of the inflatable kayak, which at this point in the day was losing
air. He followed the others
through the hole. And there he
sat. Shirley high and dry up front
and Bob low in the hole, paddling like a Mississippi paddlewheel, and going nowhere. He was sinking lower and lower in the
hole as the water spilled in.
We’ve all seen it: the back
end fills with water, gets sucked in, twists and dumps every thing out. Shirley popped up quickly and floated
down to us.
We were in the canyon and
there was no shore access, only steep cliff walls. We pulled Shirley into another boat and all watched, waiting
for Bob to pop out of the hole.
But he didn’t … still he didn’t.
His boat floated down. The
Sawyer paddle Ruby had lent him was picked up. The waterlogged “dry” bag arrived, and still there was no
sign of Bob. We waited, six
inflatables in a large rock-surrounded eddy, river left. As we waited the latté colored foam and
a huge dead salmon with a glassy eyeball circled with us. We made several attempts to push the
smelly thing back into the river current, but the eddy won out each time.
There was nothing to do but
wait. With the high rock walls we couldn’t get out to walk up the
bank, and the current was too strong to paddle back up river. Finally Bob’s head surfaced. As he floated down, I paddled out to
meet him. He held on to my boat as
we joined the others in the eddy. He was exhausted and frightened, but all right. The water was deep and he was too tired
to hoist himself into a boat. He floated
there, resting, hanging between my boat and the next one. His feet floated up and he laughed. There was the flip-flop with the thong ripped
out of the bottom; he was so tense his toes still gripped
the little bit of rubber!
Then, out from under another
boat, moving slowly but deliberately right up Bob’s very loosely fitting life jacket,
‘swam’ the stinking, bloated, dead salmon. With a howl Bob yanked that thing out by the tail and ejected
from the water into the nearest kayak!
Tatiana Bredikin
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