Yet another great trip on a river. Originally thinking we would not a permit in May we planned a Memorial Day float on Hells Canyon. About three weeks before leaving we found out we needed a permit. Amy was fortunate enough to score a permit for the day we originally planned for. What luck.
We had a menagerie of friends from Boise and Bend meet up and head down the river. 16 people brought together by a river trip. Four days later there were lots of laughs, a little excitement and lots of fun.
Amy, Goose and Cayenne doing what we love to do
The Trout Slayer doing what he spends most of the trip doing, looking for fish. Atta Boy!
Sunny one minute.....
Camp life and Canyon Creek, roughing it as usual
And raining the next.... Parawing central makes life bearable
Post Granite Rapids. All made it through successfully, but man it was big! 27,000 cfs.
Nat and MJ on a hike above Johnson Bar.
Something no one ever wants to do or be seen doing. Shad bilging out his box after flipping in Wild Sheep Rapids. I'll give him credit, he lost his oar and rowed the majority long before he flipped.
12,000 cfs fluctuations on a nightly basis left the boats high and dry each morning.
Gooser keeping an eye on the river ahead
Amy at the helm.
Amazingly green this time of year. In a month or two it will be brown, very brown.
Johnson Bar. In between rain bursts. Hot and sunny when we arrived, rainy at dinner, clear at night and then raining for breakfast.
Who said Hall and Oats (and Shad) are no longer cool?
Skirting a rainstorm - lots of them up river and down river, and occasionally on us
The famous picture spot at the end of the trip. 16 people, all smiling - a successful trip and a great group.
Hitting the gut on Wild Sheep Rapids. With nearly 30,000 cfs we could take a new line on the far right. (Unheard of at most flows). We were the sacrificial lambs, but we hammered through it. 
This photo does not do the drop justice. It is truly like a roller coaster. In a 16 foot boat, it does not take on the magnitude it really is. Enough it can flip an 18 foot boat, no problem. 
Lots of laughs in camp. One of the great things about rafting. 
No offense Amy, but Goose is a great fishing companion. He has more patience than just about anyone or anything I fish with. I headed in for a beer and he stayed, looking for rises. He actually loves the rise. He will bark or go out and try to find the fish when it rises. 
Old Goose keeping an eye out for fish. He stayed in the water so long looking for fish he actually got sick from being exhausted and swallowing so much water.
