A Friday off of work, and enough water to float the canyon seemed like an omen. Since we were camping we could afford to be the last boat down the river that day, take our time and have all the privacy that we could want. Drakes and stones were popping off and the fish were …
We start west of the divide where we battled obnoxious road construction and sweltering heat to spend the night below a run in the bowels of a canyon of the Blue River. If you have never rowed a raft full of overnight gear let me tell you that you have a real treat in your …