The Full Bull

Several years ago I stumbled across a trip report of this place, and it sounded like one of the most awful yet amazing missions I had ever heard of. I read a few more TR's which made it look just as brutal. To be clear, I am an average paddler on my best days, and the guys who wrote these are more skilled, more experienced, and plain tougher than I am by a long shot. To hear them call this "the most grueling wilderness paddling trip out there" stuck with me. Out of everything I read, Nick Murphy summed up the general attitude about this place best: "We agreed on the epic beauty of this mission and the fact that after completing it, we had done it and we would never have to do it again!" The stories of suffering piqued my interest, but it was the photos of massive canyon walls and beautiful whitewater that cemented this place in my mind.

This is a completely roadless area, and the standard access for this run is to suffer a huge hike in from the East. Rather than hauling kayaks for 18 miles up and over 2 passes and around countless portages, our crew decided to do something that had not yet been tried. Packrafting. Dan and I had spent the spring pushing our own packrafting limits a bit, venturing into vallecito at higher and higher flows. As we continued to figure out the subtle differences between kayak and packraft, our confidence grew with ever successful lap. I got 33 valle laps in the month of May, meaning I know every rock and eddy on that creek. But paddling a section that we know so well is much easier than paddling a new run that we knew little about. How would our little inflatable boats handle the big whitewater? Were we getting in way over our heads?

We added one final twist to the trip. Rather than hiking in from the east like all of the other crews had done, Jeff proposed a more interesting route to hike in from the west, climb up and over the continental divide, descend a glacier, hike downstream from the headwaters until we had enough water to float on, and then paddle out. A simple enough idea when all of the details are left out.

The plan was hatched; now for the doing of it. 

I left work in Durango at 5 PM, drove through the night with a nap and met the boys at sunrise. After a quick stop for food, we cranked out the first 9 miles of hiking and most of the elevation gain in 3 hours. Following lunch and another pause to wait out lightning, we had covered 12 miles when I started to run out of gas. I’m not sure if it was from the 2 hours of sleep the night before or the previous 2 weeks spent lounging on a sail boat at sea level, but I struggled to finish up the 16 mile day. After a hailstorm and some dinner I passed out before dark.

 

Day 1 

Sunrise in the basin

In the morning we woke up to jaw dropping views and clear skies, rested and absolutely grateful to be here! We were on the trail by 7:30 making our way higher up the basin, passing the last people that we would see for the remainder of the trip. Based on topo maps, we were hoping to cross over a saddle and drop into the headwaters of the creek. But as we climbed higher into the cirque, the gentle slope I was expecting was replaced with huge cliffs that were way too steep to scramble up. The anxiety grew with every step higher into the basin as we each silently wondered whether we would be able to make it over the pass, or be forced to find a different route and add an extra day to our trip. This is the blessing and the curse of inventing your own route rather than following some predefined trail. After all, the uncertainty is what makes the adventure. 

Working up the cirque, Jeff in bottom left for scale

We eventually rounded a corner and found the weakness in the cliffs that we had been counting on. Knowing that one dislodged boulder could end the trip in an instant, good team work and a snails pace got us safely up a huge loose boulder field which dumped us out right at the saddle - 12,600'! The climb from camp was 2000 ft and had taken us 3 hours, but we were rewarded with exceptional views. 

The significance of beginning our descent from the source of the headwaters wasn't lost on us, as the slush that we were walking through would form the river that we would spend the next 4 days on paddling out of the wilderness. Our path across the glacier was stable and relatively free of crevices as Dan and I followed while Jeff navigated a route to the toe of the glacier. A quick break at the bottom to let our toes thaw out, and then down the moraine and gravel flats for another hour or two as the creek grew in size with every glacier outlet we passed.

 

At the saddle 

Jeff for scale

This was the first descent of the north fork from the headwaters, so we had little info to go on. Based on pre-trip satellite scouting we thought there might be a few good runnable bedrock slides up here, but we eventually realized that the river was either too braided, too flat, or way too steep for good whitewater. Eventually the creek drops off the face of the earth in a huge unrunnable cascade. There was one steep 30’ slide that landed in a small pool before continuing it’s 1700 fpm descent to the valley below, but it didn’t seem like it was worth the effort to transition to boats just for this.

Too flat or too steep

First slide we saw in top right of pic looked good until it ends in a sieve.

Lead in to the 2nd slide (probably goes) and small pool below

We bushwacked through thick forest around this section down to where the gradient becomes reasonable again. After 24 miles of hiking to get to this point, we were all smiles to finally inflate the boats and work with gravity instead of against it. Below some class IV read and run, we came upon Tom and his girlfriend just as planned. He was ready to join us, while she began her 3 day solo hike out. The plan for two crews to meet up at a given time deep in the middle of the wilderness was a big risk but it paid off. Tom was a great addition to our crew. 

We came from up there!

This meadows section had some fun class 3 as we made our fastest mileage of the trip. We paddled across the first lake and into a gorge with 4 rapids that separate the first smaller lake from a much larger lake. A 1.5 mile paddle to the south shore landed us exactly where we had hoped to be by the end of day 2. Another beautiful campsite, and no crowds to share it with except for the mosquitoes.

Jeff with the boof of the day, entrance to the gorge

Exiting the gorge

Camp in the distance

Everyone had said the paddling on the south fork is much higher quality than the north fork, so we stuffed our boats into backpacks after breakfast and made a giant portage up and over to the confluence of the middle and south forks. We dubbed this the panther portage. Jeff and Tom led the climb up to 10,300 before dropping 1700 feet back down to the creek where we put on just below the gorge. There were more wild raspberries on every portage than us or the bears could ever eat, though we made a valiant effort.

 

Top of the Panther portage

South fork on the left, middle fork on the right

1700' descent

Wildlife

The south fork was great, and before long we found ourselves in a pool above a big horizon line. It turned out to be the cover shot from Whitewater of the Southern Rockies. There was a thin line in the entrance guarded by a rock on the right and a hole on the left, but it looked clean enough to me. I barely caught my bow in the left hole which spun me sideways right at the lip, ending in a less than perfect line. I immediately climbed back out of the gorge for another chance at the line I had envisioned. The redemption lap was better, and apparently looked convincing enough for Jeff and Dan to give it a try. The crew's stoke was high! Another 1/4 mile and we hit the confluence with the north fork, and the start of the lakes section. 

20 footer, redemption lap

Jeff 20 footer

20 footer gorge

The lakes section consists of 5 or 6 lakes, each separated by a series of fun bedrock ledge drops. We ran everything except one sharp manky drop, and found ourselves at the lead in to haagen dazen, the only drop that we knew by name. Haagen Dazen is a huge feature, with a burly lead in followed by a steep 50 foot slide. I wanted nothing to do with this beast, but Dan was fired up to send it in his packraft! We were days away from medical help and it looked like the exploding wave in the middle would redirect a lightweight packraft to the right, sending you launching down into the solid green water in the pool below. I made the mistake of mentioning what I didn't like about it and deflated Dan a bit, who eventually decided that the risk this far into the wilderness wasn't worth it. After we had finished the portage and were looking back up, it looked like it might go after all. Sorry Dan!

Lakes Section

Lakes Section

Lake Section

Haagen Dazen

The gradient eased up, and we enjoyed a mile of scenic floating. After a long class IV rapid we found ourselves staring into the gaping maw of the split tongue gorge. This section is considered the crux of the entire run, with several stacked up class V drops. The sun was getting low in the west as we made a scout from high up on the right cliff. This was the most beautiful section we had seen yet, and I was eager to get in there and experience the gorge from my boat. But as group dynamics in the wilderness go, it turned out to be the smartest decision to keep the group together for yet another big portage. Disappointed, but no regrets about making that call to stick together. We worked our way back to the river just downstream of the gorge, paddled a short distance, and made camp on a beautiful beach on river right. Plenty of fresh fish to eat for dinner tonight.

Forked tongue gorge - beautiful

In the morning we were on the water before 8, and almost immediately came to our first big rapid. A quick scout showed a long lead in to a perfect 10 ft boof over a boxed in hole with a cave on the left. We nailed our boofs and kept clear of the cave. Nothing like big whitewater first thing in the morning to wake you up! Directly downstream we found an even larger rapid. There was a line down the middle that looked like it would go, but we hemmed and hawed for a few minutes before I finally decided to just walk it. The hole at the bottom of the ramp was looking mean, and just below this drop there was some long mank that didn't look fun to swim into or chase a boat. The second I shared my decision, Dan got the fire in his eyes. Just as the rain started to pour down he stuck the line, and it was so inspiring that I jogged back up to my boat and followed suit! One of the best drops of the trip.

Dan going huge

Me entering the same drop, different angle

We eddy hopped downstream, and eventually jumped out on river right to begin the worst portage I have ever done. Yes, it is worse than the black canyon. The Jim Bridger Portage would be tough in any conditions, but in the rain the boulders were slippery and we got a bit lucky that nobody wiped out while hopping from one huge rock to the next. 3 of us chose to shoulder our boats, but Tom was clearly smarter and transitioned to a backpack and beat us by about 20 minutes.

 

Jim Bridger portage

Bridger portage

More paddling and portaging and finally we found a great section of continuous IV/V drops down to the namesake lake of this run. This is dubbed the rocky mountain mank section part 1, but there was nothing manky about it.

 

Dan dropping into the namesake lake

Lunch break at the lake followed by you guessed it, another huge portage! This time we all transitioned to backpacks and made our way on river left down to the bottom of the falls. This thing is a freak of nature! The final drop of the 400 ft cascade is a beautiful 25 foot waterfall that I had seen a picture of from a previous trip report. Leading up to this trip I kept asking myself if I really wanted to run a 25 footer in a packraft, and I didn't have an answer until we saw it in person. 

Yes! 

I reinflated my boat while the boys figured out safety, and I took a minute to sear the memory of this place into my brain. There is nothing like peeling out above a big horizon line to be fully present in the moment.

 

25 footer

The gradient! 25 footer and start of the rocky mountain mank part 2

Rocky mountain mank part 2, mellowing but still a long way from over

A small pool separates the waterfall from the rocky mountain mank section part 2. Non stop boogy for over a mile, starting as class V and then gradually mellowing to class III way downstream. Below this, we floated with high spirits through one of the most impressive canyons that nobody has ever heard of. All of the suffering, sweating, and fear were long forgotten and I could not have been more content to be exactly where I was. One of the best days of paddling in my life.

 

Dinner, night 4

In the morning we paddled the last few miles to our takeout. There were a few good rapids and a cool limestone gorge where we saw a second bear on the side of the river. Just above where the river loses all of the gradient, we took out and transitioned to backpacks for our hike out. Our options were to paddle 11 miles of flat water to a car across the final lake, or to hike nearly 4000 vertical feet up and out of the canyon with fully loaded packs and wet boating gear. I'm not sure how or why, but the hike out was chosen by the group. I considered paddling out solo but figured I needed to earn it, just in case we hadn't earned it already. We reached the car after a truly grueling 3 hour march, just in time to grab some milkshakes and fried food in town before starting another all night drive home for work in the morning. 

 

The takeout was at the far left end of the ridge, ~4000 feet up

Leading up to the trip we had guessed 350-400 cfs would be optimal for packrafting, but the gauge on the drive in showed 480 which ended up being prime in my opinion. Instead of being beat down by the hiking and portaging with 50 lb kayaks, we felt relatively fresh for one of the more demanding paddling trips around. This is a testament to the lightweight boats more than to our physical conditioning. The weight savings does come with a trade off in whitewater performance, but Alpacka continues to narrow that gap with every new generation of packraft they design.

Part of what made this trip work was the fact that the entire crew’s mentality was more focused on the adventure as a whole rather than on just paddling big whitewater. It is the only way that makes this particular trip worth the tremendous amount of effort. Ultimately the number of rapids we paddled and the performance of our packrafts was far more than I had expected, and the result was one of the best paddling trips I’ve been a part of. Looking forward to next summer when we can compare this beautiful section of river to the gold standard in wilderness class V multi day paddling: the Middle Kings.