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Paul's Colorado River Trip
   November 21, 2009
by Paul Woodcock

Mary Z. had to cancel this trip on the Colorado River from Plum Creek to La Grange because of medical reasons so I took over as trip leader and I declared this a Paul’s trip - not to cancelled for any reason except safety.

So when the weather reports of local flooding started coming in I checked the La Grange river gauge and found that the Colorado River was running several feet below flood stage. I decided to camp out Friday night and meet the others at Plum creek. I had applied for the land use permit and I knew that the park was closed at sundown but the rangers had left the gate to the park open for me.

I walked to the put in and there was some of the sand bar visible. It started to rain about 9:00 p.m. so I crawled in the back of my truck and read a couple of chapters of the book I had brought and fell to sleep. About 12:00 the rain really started coming down hard. Even when it slacked off at 2:00 it still sound like a downpour with the rain drops bouncing of the metal roof of my camper.

    Putting onto the
Colorado River
  Photo by Paul Woodcock
The next morning the sand bar was completely under water and the river was running at about 900 cfs. I was surprised when the first canoeist showed up a half hour early and had to rapidly strike camp. Eventually all nine paddlers arrived including Joe Coker, Shane and Shanna Everett, Robert Hatfield, Ken McDowell, Ron Nunnelly, Robert Pearson, Michael Pollard and Jeff Graves. As the others arrived, I asked each one to look at the river to see if they were comfortable with the flow. All nine paddlers were, so we set off in the rain.

Lunch on the island.
Photo by Paul Woodcock

We saw about three deer in the meadow next to the river. Fraser expressed his disappointment that Mary was not going to be doing her dutch oven cooking by stating that he and Janice had decided to paddle out the first day.

After our first break Ron was late joining up with us. He had seen an eagle and had paddled upstream to get a closer look.

Easy paddlin'!
Photo by Paul Woodcock
We found a real nice place on an island for lunch. The river flow was so fast we didn’t really have to paddle which made the long first day paddle really easy.

As I was paddling away from the group I saw a large bird flying toward me and his head was white, as he swooped upward I saw the flash of his white tail. I don’t know if this was the same eagle that Ron saw or a different one but regardless I felt the thrill I always have when I see this magnificent bird.

Setting up camp on
the Colorado River.
Photo by Paul Woodcock

We reached the camp site under cloudy sky and set up the tents. We had a lot of free time before everyone started cooking supper.

That was when we discovered that Murphy was on this trip. One of the campers discovered that he had left his sleeping bag at home. We scrounged sleeping bag liners and a space blanket but he still had a cold night. One camper’s high dollar camp stove would not light and another had forgotten coffee. I had a 1942 backpackers stove. I had checked it out at home and had even made breakfast on it but it would not light. There is a fire starter paste that you use but I did not have any and I primed it with fuel. I had made a wooden backpack combination table out of mahogany. It was beautiful before I set it on fire. The safety pop off valve turned into a mini blowtorch. I now have to refinish the table after its first trip.

Everyone ate their supper and we gathered around a campfire for the rest of the evening. This is one of the best parts of camping - sitting around a fire and swapping stories.

River and boats
in the mist
Photo by Paul Woodcock
We woke up the next morning to a beautiful thick fog. I really love the quiet that a heavy fog creates You just feel isolated in it beauty. The rapids that We were expecting had washed out and we drifted to the take-out enjoying the beauty of the river.



The author,
Paul Woodcock

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