Whiskey Camp is one of the best sites. Open area with sun and shade through out the day. Great swimming. Then a hike up to the old Whiskey camp where there is an old cabin and old picure of a another time.
Whiskey Creek.
Old cabin and relics of another time.
Miscellaneous steel parts from old machinery litter the camp.
Madrona
From left: Clayton, Bill (trip leader), and Bill's son Jessie.
Tired dog...we hope.
Greg after day one of kayaking the river in an inflatable kayak.
Dutch oven cooking. My birthday cake!
Relaxation.
Trail from camp.
David
Greg, the Floridian.
Masa from the Bay area.
Taz, just hanging around camp.
Classic photo of camp.
Looking out on the river from camp.
Camp.
View across the river.
Nice swimming hole.
Taz suddenly saw something strange in the river and cautiously checked in out. It turns out it is our drag bag for to keep our drinks cold. To him, though, it was something more sinister that required some recon.
Closer.
Up river.
NRS.
Lots of families on the river.
On the river.
Greg on the inflatable kayak.
David and Taz. Taz was fine as long as he couldn't see me. If he could all he wanted to do was jump in the river and swim after me.
Taz's position in the boat to keep him from jumping out. The next day I rode in the boat to do some training with him.
View from my I.K. (inflatable kayak)
Bridge above Rainy Falls.
Taz after he swam the end of the fish ladder at Rainy Falls.
Rainy Falls
Down stream of the falls.
Wet dog.
Clayton.
Which stick
Greg.
Taz finally relaxing on the boat.
