-Twickenham, OR
If you drive out Eastern Oregon to the middle of nowhere and then go a little bit farther you’ll find yourself along the banks of the John Day River. Our group of nine partook in a three day, thirty five mile float across scenic badlands into high desert canyons by way of the meandering river. Undammed along its entire length, it’s the third longest free-flowing river in the United States. The water is warm and loaded with small mouth bass. We each caught our share, but Mark to the prize for biggest fish hauling in a 12 incher. Rolling slowly by the John Day Fossil Beds we took in vistas from all directions. Palatial Regalia as far as the eye can see. Along the way we found good rocks to climb. At the top of one monolith we discovered an osprey nest and a few unhatched eggs. At the peak we bonded and talked about feelings then topped it all off with a river dip. This is beautiful and barren country, a real dream scene. About every five miles we found a nice secluded beach and took time for a chug break, we polished off 452 beers by trips end. Suddenly the rolling painted hills gave way to massive rock walls as we entered the canyon lands. Swallows make their homes in the overhangs above the water line. We came across a natural whirlpool with enough hydraulic force to suck a full size man 10 feet below the surface. With so many epic views in every direction we felt compelled to point them out. There was a lot of pointing going on. “Check out these sedimentary dikes, so nice.” “Look at these rocks how they do that and look that way, sweet.” That’s the John Day River, river of champion’s, panoramas of gold.