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Friday, September 19, 2014

Wheaton River Lower Run

Last weekend was looking to be the nicest of the fall, so Dylan and I hatched some quick plans to paddle the lower Wheaton river out to Bennett lake, camp overnight, then cross the lake and back to Carcross.
It was wonderful.
The lower Wheaton rarely gets run, not due to any technical difficulties, but its usually choked with wood.  A major rain event earlier this summer pretty much flushed it out, and with the exception of some sweepers and one log jam, it was clear albeit shallow sailing.
The colors were at their peak, it was warm, the camp site at the mouth of the Wheaton is 5 star.
We spent a great night around the fire, enjoying a beer.
We were up early, as the wind was fierce and we wanted to get across before it really picked up.
It was fine bobbing across in the PRs though.
We took out and walked the railroad tracks back to Carcross, as it was faster than paddling.
Dylan had suggested bringing packs, but I said we wouldn't need them.  Wrong.  We carried the gear hobo style, but it worked out.
Summers pretty much done.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Continental Divide to Morley River

Summer in The Yukon is a time for doing, not blogging, it's just too damn short, and the last thing people need to read about is another weekend riding in Carcross, which is all I seem to have been doing this summer.  And that's not a bad thing, in fact it's been great, but the Llama was feeling neglected, so it was time to take it for a walk.
Grant R had just picked up a used Yak and was eager to test it out, so we formulated a rather unlikely looking route starting at the continental divide in the southern Yukon, and heading to the headwaters of the Morley river, then paddling it out to Morley lake and the Alaska highway.
Red-walk, Blue-drag, wade, stumble, paddle....
We left a vehicle at the Morley river bridge on the Ak highway, and then headed to Continental Divide, then 20 Km up an old mining road.  After about 5 Km the road ended and we followed an old horse trail through the Alpine Fir forest and into the sub alpine meadows.  It was very rugged, brushy country, and was not at all what I had been expecting.
The cool thing about this trip is that it would allow us to access the upper Morley river, which I had never heard of anyone paddling before.  So we had no idea what to expect.  Perfect packraft country.
The bugs were nasty, rather uncommon for August

Avie paths got us onto alpine ridges

The ridges offered much better walking than the brush choked and swampy valleys
Looking towards the Swift river headwaters
Much ruggedness

Hidden lake with Ram creek headwaters beyond 

Initially we had reasonable going through Caribou moss covered meadows

Faint Caribou trails led us along

3 Moose lake

The brush got terrible as we hit the first of the Beaver damned lakes, so we blew up and hit the water.  The creek beyond was still much too small to even line, so we packed up and hit the bush, again.....  It was really nasty going.
We alternated between trying to stay near the creek and following bush covered eskers, but no one way was better than  the other.
It was getting high time to camp, and just when it looked like it would be a nasty camp in the Buck Brush, the river gods smiled on us and delivered us a perfect shingle bar amid the remains of an old Beaver pond.
5 star camping
At this camp we had an amazing Wolf encounter.  A big Grey fellow loped out of the brush right across from us while we were having dinner.  He buggered off, but it was pretty neat.  He was really, really big.
There was enough water to start lining, and staying away from the brush 
The next morning, stayed in the creek and lined/paddled through more Beaver swamps.  While the gradient stayed low, we could paddle, but as soon as rocks appeared and it grew steep, we had to hit the bush.
Hurrah for Beavers!

To rocky to ride

The steep section eventually stopped, and we were able to get back into the boats, almost for good.  A bit more water would have made things much better, but that is pack rafting.
Enjoyable paddling in Ram creek
The creek grew rocky and the gradient steepened again, but we had enough water to paddle, at least most of the time.

If only there was 6 more inches....

More classic packrafting, they really are the only way to explore this sort of country
Ice lakes creek came in from the north, doubling the volume, and enhancing our paddling experience.
After Ice Lakes creek, the river slowed down for a few kilometers.

Early evening light on Slim mountain and the upper Morley river.
The rock gardens started up again, and it was staring to get really old.  There was just enough water to bounce and grind down through most of the steeper sections, but we were still out of the boats lining in the deep, boulder laden waters.  It was getting late, dark and we were cold.  We were hoping to camp where Slim creek joins Ram creek and forms the Morley, but it was a rocky mess with no camp sites.  The extra water really spiced up the rapids, and the Morley was just rocking and rolling, so we just held on.  I wished I had got some images, but there was just too much going on.  One long cascade was probably hard III, but we wanted a campsite, so we just ran it.
The river braided a bit, and I spied a clear spot on the banks.  We jumped on it like Ravens on a gut pile.  We were cold, soaked and hungry.  A blaze soon rekindled our spirits.  It was a poor site, with no room for the mid, but we strung a tarp and bedded down on the moss.
The next day dawned frosty and sunny.  Did I mention we had both elected to bring light weight sleeping gear?  Bad idea.  We woke up shivering every morning at 5 AM.  Its August for crying out loud!
The river became much more friendly
The Morley slowed down and allowed us to enjoy the padding and scenery.  We had been worried the water would force us to line more, as it had the day before.  Moose were thick, as this river just has no access.  We  saw no old camps or any sign of people at all.
Evening on the Morley
Below the Moosey sections, the Morley sped up, widened, and became very, very shallow.  We had enough to paddle, but barely.  This is why you just can't get up or down this river.  The river bed is rocky, and has been shaped by big spring floods draining this huge water shed, and late summer water levels just don't fill it up.  Even in a canoe, you would be dragging for miles and miles.
Evening light from the 5 star camp
We were much luckier on the lower Morley with respect to camp site choices, they were everywhere.  We found a great one on a Pine flat above the river.  Perfect mid sites on Caribou moss.
Cold, frosty morning

It was an especially frosty night with a lovely full moon.  I had wrapped myself in the SilTarp as well as every stitch of clothing I had, but it was not enough and at 6 AM, it was fire and coffee.  Early, but a fine way to greet the sun.
The Morley continued to rock and roll us down stream.  Nothing spicy, but just enough rock dodging to keep things interesting.

Good times
Just before the river hits the final few swampy, windy Kms to the lake, it gets really wide and so shallow that even in the packrafts, it was nip and tuck to make it without getting out and lining.
Lots of width, but not much water
It was a stiff headwind, but the waves were not too bad when we hit the lake at 3 pm.  Grant absolutely hates flatwater, so he hit the shore to walk, and I stayed out on the water to grind out the 6 Km to where the river leaves the lake.
We arrived at the car, made the drive to get my truck, and got home at midnight.
Awesome trip.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

O'Donnell River Upper Canyon

The O'Donnell is a cool little river near Atlin BC.  The lower run, which is by far the most popular, is a fun river for tandem canoes, with lots of tight maneuvering in rock strewn canyons.  Log jams can and do add to the challenge.
I have paddled the lower run numerous times in a 16' Mad River Freedom, but never checked out the upper run.  Rumors had it as class III in tight canyons, a bad run for canoes.
We thought it sounded great for a pack raft run.
Run-off water levels are essential for the O'Donnell, as it is a low volume river with lots of rocks.  Other rivers are running strong right now, so we figured it was time to take a drive to Atlin.
The same cast of characters from the Arkell trip met up at Warm bay south of Atlin on Friday night.
We piled into Tony's trust FJ and made the drive in to the upper river put in.  The roads in good shape right now with minimal mud and only one nasty wash out which is easily navigable with care.
We had one casualty on the way in.

We blew up in a stiff, cold south wind and hit the river.
It winds though really cool meadows with the odd old placer mine (and associated old equipment) along the banks.  In short order you hit the beginning of the canyon section, with the odd rock and ledge appearing.
Apologies for poor image quality, lots of water on the lens.
The next few Kms down to the lower put in are super fun.
We scouted two blind corners with lots of rock in them, but  all the drops and rapids are really clean with no wood.  If I run it again this summer, I wouldn't scout at all.  Always wise to check for wood after any high water event.
It was over too soon, and we passed the lower put in and were on the lower run.
The river stays fast though, and with the odd rock to dodge, you soon hit the first of the smaller canyons.
One has a nasty log across it that while not terribly life threatening, ruins the good line.
Bad shot, but you get the idea
A fun rocky traverse allowed us to avoid the portage along the canyon rim.
The lower portion of the river near Atlin lake has tons of log jams which suck with a canoe, but are speedily dealt with carrying only a PR.
We hit the lake at 5:30 and paddled back to Warm bay under sunny skies and in 5' swells.
Awesome day trip.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Arkell Crick

Another creek that has been begging for a pack raft trip.  Arkell creek.
Flows into the Ibex near its confluence with the Takhini.  We'd wondered about if for years.
Last weekend, that itch was scratched.
Anthony, Paul B, Dylan, Rob and myself headed into the Ibex valley last Sunday to give it a go.  Had a false start when Robs Frontier found the biggest ruts to fall into.  Fortunately, Mario lives nearby, and Mario has The Goods.
He very handsomely leant one of his many monster F-350 4x4s, and in short order the beast had yarded out the wee Nissan.
Back on track, we continued on and found the old horse trail.  Pleasant walking had us down to the Ibex lickety split.
We followed the horse trail up Arkell creek after first verifying there was actually water in the damned thing. There was, barely.  But at some point, man had that thing been in flood.

Crossing The Ibex

The Whole Area Had Been Flooded In The Not To Distant Past

The horse trail was very well defined and offered fast walking up the Pine flats next to the crick.
Eventually the crick narrowed and steepened as we got into the mountains.  Lots of griz sign.

As I said, there was enough water, barely.  We blew up at a point where the creek upstream looked just too bouldery.
The water was actually pretty deep, but the boulders were plentiful and large, so we pumped up the seats extra full.

We had great fun bouncing and splashing down.  A couple of corners were spicy enough to keep your attention.

It would be fun to go back with another foot in it.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Aishihik River

Yup.  That time of year again.  Break out the pack rafts.
Not much is open right now, but the Aishihik from the Yukon Energy tail race is.
Right where the tail race from the hydro site and the West Ahishihik join, its open water all the way to the Alaska highway.
Anthony, Paul B and Dylan were keen to get wet, so Saturday we headed to Canyon, stashed the bikes for the shuttle, and headed up to the put in.  The East Ashihik is still ice bound, which is fines as its probably not pack raft friendly, at least at high water.
We had to drag for about 1 Km until we hit open water.  Lots of shore ice, some debris in the water here and there.  No rapids, but we got to get in the water.
Nice bike back to the put in.  Saw a great big old wolf.  Cool.