Deschutes Debrief

It’s been nearly three weeks since I guided my last trip on the Deschutes, and I keep daydreaming of that rolling green river. I miss the calm stretches of flat-water where I refined my storytelling skills for three months straight. Not to mention the memory-making moments of carnage that accompanied each rapid we faced. Some more eventful than others as you may see, but still those memories will always be treasured no matter how chaotic.

I dream of those mornings when the sun would rise long before my mind was ready, and all the sound that would accompany my world was the roar of rushing water carving its way to the Columbia. This desert holds a special place for me, and I yearn for the day I get to yell “All Forward!” again.

Never a bad day in Maupin.

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𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓓𝓲𝓮!