The south Idaho guys (Tiger, Max and Clay) all say that the Clearwater is a good river to bust my chops on, so what the hell. Its 45 degrees down there today. Let's get going. As usual, we didn't get into the water until 1pm. I gotta get moving earlier in the morning. (Retired Lazy)
Captain Doofus ready to go down with the ship. We launched at the rest stop just below Lenore. Should have launched another half mile upstream at Lenore, just to get into some rough water around the bend here. Next time.
The sun can out right after launch, and it was looking rosy, warm and promising. Then the overcast came and the headwind hit after the first hour, and we were quite chilled by takeout at 4 pm.
Brian and still the back of Bryan. I've got that dumb, confused "is this camera working" look, but I suppose I deserve to be made fool of.
There's the front of Bryan -- aka "Lame". I have an idea that we are going to do many foolish things together, but only on the weekends until he retires.
Here is the boat at the takeout, just above the bridge to Kendrick. 11 miles, which we hurried through because of the chill. 3 hours, but fishing would be much slower. We went through a number of rapids, some with waves as big as 3 ft, with some pretty big submerged rocks in them. I gotta say that the boat just didn't give a rat's ass. Hardly upset it at all. Not a hint of water in the boat. Real easy to point and skitter, even in the middle of the Rapids. Damn, drift boats are fun. And very comfortable. Very low wetted surface and draft, so the wind blew it easily when the oars were not in the water. Had to row forward through the calm stretches against the wind to keep headway. Probably did this for an hour total, but I didn't have to work hard. Just a chop down and slight forward push every 10 seconds to keep the boat moving with the river and facing downriver.
That was well worth doing. As Bryan said "Best thing I've done all week." In years for me. (No offense, family).



































