The Sandy Juan

Somehow we scored a permit for the busiest week on the San Juan river (from Mexican Hat to Clay Hills), in mid-June. Run-off was fierce throughout Colorado, and everyday we checked the flow of the old San Juan. We watched as the river rose all the way up to 6,800 CFS on the day of our launch.

Having run this stretch of the San Juan at a typical 400-1000 CFS several times, I was both nervous and excited for the big flow. I had planned on taking my Shaboomee paddle board down the San Juan, and with limited boat space, I decided not to chicken out because of high water, instead I borrowed a helmet and headed for Utah.

It rained all day, and as we began shuttling the cars, I started worrying about Clay Hills Road. It was, as I suspected, in rough shape. We had to rally our cars down to the takeout and back to the put-in. It was touch-and-go in spots, but in the end we made it back to the put-in - not without a few hiccups, however. The Subaru that was taking us all back to Mexican Hat overheated from the clay and stopped us about 45 minutes outside of Bluff. We were stranded for three hours; the car refused to start.

It was a Sunday, and when the ranger stopped by he told us the nearest auto repair shop was in Blanding, and they weren't open until Monday. With that, we decided there was no point in waiting around or missing our trip, so we left the car on the side of the road (knowing we could deal with it when got off the river) and two kind and generous rangers drove us all the way to Mexican Hat.

We launched and made quick time to our first campsite. The river was exciting at 6,800 CFS. A new rapid formed from a flash flood at Twin Canyons; it felt even bigger than Government, but that may just have been because it caught me by surprise on my paddle board. It was wonderful, but then the storms began rolling in. Slickhorn Canyon flashed in the morning while we were packing up, and Grand Gulch was pouring out water when we passed by; I've never seen so much water in the canyon. on the final night there was a torrential storm; we were camped at Oljeto - a known flash flood site. Just as I had fallen asleep, hurricane-like wind picked me up in my tent and the sky opened up with a torrential downpour. Luckily, we made camp on a high ledge and everyone was safe.

It was a San Juan trip unlike any other I had done before. I missed the calm serenity of that stretch of river, but the high water and unpredictable weather gave new life to that canyon and showed me a side, which I appreciate in it's own light.

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday

As an ode to summer, we floated down Ruby Horsethief in October. As the mountaintops of Colorado began to turn white, we were working on our Chaco tans and drinking ice cold beer.

As usual, we began our trip on a Friday night. We didn't begin floating until well-after dark. It's always exciting to be on a river at night, guided by moonlight.

Rio and Loki came along, too. They soaked up the sun on the boat, rode the nose of the paddle board and rolled in the warm sand in the evening.

Rafting Ruby-Horsethief

Summer is coming to an end, and when I got the opportunity to raft Ruby-Horsethief on the Colorado River, I didn't hesitate to say "YES!" Ruby-Horsethief is a mellow float down the Colorado River between Loma and Westwater.

There are virtually no rapids, so my sister and I decided to paddle duckies (inflatable kayaks) down the river. We all met at the put-in around 5:30 pm and quickly rigged boats while three people in our group shuttled cars to the takeout.

We launched around 7:00 pm, and expected a 45 minute float to our campsite. The sky turned pink as the sun went behind the canyon wall, and I realized it was going to get dark - fast! We had missed our night-one campsite, which was supposed to be Bull Draw!

We continued on until 10:00 pm working hard to stay close together and listening to beavers splash in the water all around us. Just as I began to get a tiny bit panicked, we found a spot to camp for the night. It wasn't a great spot, but I was relieved to be off the dark water.

The next day we continued on and found our second campsite at Black Rocks without any trouble. We pulled up, made camp and settled in for the night. A few people from our group hiked down to the "jumping rock" for a bit of added excitement. The rest of us cooled off by floating in the calm water right in front of our campsite.

On Sunday we headed out early and made good time to the take-out. The weather remained beautiful for the entirety of our trip, and we all packed up our gear with big smiles and sunburns!

Desert Bachelorette Party

It came time to celebrate the soon-to-be Mrs. Kurt-Mason, so we packed up and headed to the desert - New Mexico to be precise. When I run away to the desert I usually go to Utah, and I was pleasantly surprised to find so much adventure and beauty in New Mexico.

Our first stop was the Chama River where we were planning on duckying down, but ultimately floated in tubes due to the low water levels this year. Tubing was, of course, a blast despite the ominous clouds that ultimately lead to rain.

Once off the river, we made our way to Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, NM where we spent the night. Our night at the Ghost Ranch proved to be quite unique. The landscape was stunning, the views were phenomenal, the accommodations were quaint and minimal; however, I'm not sure they appreciated our loud partying as it's a place for spiritual retreat and was extremely quiet with the exception of our group.

In the morning we hiked up to Kitchen Mesa, which offered spectacular views of the surrounding desert. The hike was fairly easy aside from one section where you're required to do a bit of scrambling. We took a break at the top to wish the bride-to-be, Abby, happiness in her marriage and to share our excitement for the upcoming nuptials!

It was a fabulous, unconventional bachelorette party that left me with fond memories and a bit of a headache, too.

The Mighty Juan

"The river is the soul of the desert." - Ed Abbey

It's become a tradition to raft the lower section of the San Juan river (from Mexican Hat to Clay Hills) each Spring, and if I'm completely honest it's definitely one of my favorite traditions. The red canyon walls, blue skies and sunshine are a welcome escape from Colorado's bipolar Spring weather.

This year we had a pretty exciting start to the trip with THREE unexpected swimmers before we even finished our first mile! My sister, Kennady and her boyfriend Eric came along for the adventure, and an adventure it was. I borrowed a duckie (inflatable kayak) for Kennady and Eric to raft the river in; they started the trip looking a little rough and uncoordinated, and things got exciting when they flipped their duckie in the very first rapid. Luckily, all of their gear was strapped down with the exception of a Nalgene. In a rush attempt to save the runaway Nalgene Justin's dad, Terry fell out of his boat, too!

We laughed - a lot - and decided the exciting beginning was a sign that this year's trip was going to be a good one! And it didn't disappoint. It was the perfect weeklong getaway filled with an abundance of blooming flowers, a brief appearance from a family of Bighorn Sheep and surprisingly few bugs.

The river was flowing higher this year than it had been during any of our previous trips, which allowed for more land-time. I enjoyed exploring the Honaker Trail, Grand Gulch, John's Canyon, Slickhorn and more. I have always been fascinated with the desert, and never miss an opportunity to explore the desert from a raft.

I'm already looking forward to next year! The San Juan feels a little bit more like home every time I raft it.