We set off from White Bird.
The tiny hotel room there was a welcome rest,
from a day and late night of packing and driving.
We were lucky that the nail in the tire only made our tire low.
After a brief rest and sleep,
Some of us went to have the flat fixed and the others
went to inflate our rafts and make the final preparations.
As we put our two heavily supplied rafts into the river,
An onlooking river guide said that our Maravias were the best.
Each of the rafts had tubular steel racks that held our three dry boxes,
and our three coolers.
We had plenty of food and supplies for our 75 miles and four days on
the River of No Return.
The Salmon River is cool this time of year, not as cold as Bartons.
It is clear enough to drink, which we did for the last two days.
There are many many class two rapids, plenty of class threes,
and a class four rapid called Snow Hole that will give you that
funny feeling in your gut when you first see it.
We rode the Salmon until it merged with the Snake.
It was as if two great moving seas came together.
For several miles after the confluence of these two great volumes,
the waters gurgled and swirled as the two became one,
Creating giant whirlpools and upwellings,
one, strong enough
to almost suck the raft and us,
down into its depths.
Five men and 2 women rode for four days on these waters.
And the war,
and the climate,
and the likelihood of a peak in oil production,
quietly crept into the backs of our minds,
while Snow Hole loomed large.
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