A cyclist explores the 47-mile Swamp Fox Passage in South Carolina.
It wasn’t love at first sight with the Swamp Fox Passage. The first
time I stepped foot on the Palmetto Trail in Francis Marion National
Forest, I was chased to my vehicle by a cloud of mosquitos. Half joined
me inside for a slap-happy bloodletting—I mean getaway—along US-17.
the first frost,” suggested the attendant at Steed Creek Ranger
Station. It was almost November, but a hot October had kept biting
insects at summer levels.
Temps came down during the next month, but my wife and I had trips planned through December. We returned in January for a short day-ride on the adjacent Awendaw Passage. It’s a scenic bluff-top trail above a creek, which starts at the Intracoastal Waterway and ends seven miles later at the US-17 trailhead. The ride was mostly flat, muddy in spots, and semi-buggy, yet intriguingly scenic through matchstick pine forest and blackwater wetlands. This convinced me to give the 47-mile Swamp Fox Passage another try.
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“We considered it more of a hiking trip,” said the mysterious raft guide.
“We looked at the river as an obstacle to going hiking.”
“Wait,” I said. “Did you just say hiking?”
I was on a long-distance voice call with a veteran Grand Canyon guide
who spent his off-seasons on an island in Southeast Asia. We’d
connected through social media after I read an article about his trip
down the entire John Wesley Powell route, roughly 1,000 miles on the
Green and Colorado Rivers.
The previous February, I’d won a winter Grand Canyon permit. Now I
was in the early stages of planning my own explorations along the entire
Powell route. So far, I’d only glimpsed the route from land. My watery
visions included serenely floating through scenic canyons, endlessly
paddling flatwater, and white-knuckle-navigation through massive rapids.
But now this mysterious lifer, maybe 25 years older than me, was claiming the river-trip-of-a-lifetime was actually all about the hiking?
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“Following in Powell’s footsteps, we are rafting 1,000 miles from Wyoming to Nevada,” narrates filmmaker Ben Kraushaar in the trailer for Powell 150. Created by Kraushaar and Cody Perry, the film will document a 72-day river journey through the Colorado River Basin, which retraced the route of Western explorer John Wesley Powell…
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Phil: Tell us a little bit about your book.
Mike: Well, I call it a color-photo narrated paddling guide. Basically, it blends elements of a traditional guidebook, a narrative nonfiction book, and coffee table book. My book offers all the info needed to select and plan the many trips available along the thousand-mile Powell route, plus a few hundred extra miles above and below on the Green and Colorado Rivers. There are dozens of trips, from day trips to multi-day expeditions. Some of these trips are famous while others are barely known to many paddlers. But interwoven throughout the book is an entertaining paddler’s retelling of the 1869 expedition, so that boaters can learn about this dramatic but often funny story of the route while they’re exploring it. And there are many pages of color landscape and action photography, much of my own work, plus some killer shots from some of the top current photographers to explore the route.
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High noon on a hot summer afternoon in the Reno suburbs and I’m getting a lot of looks.
It’s probably my odd appearance. Chaco sandals. Sunburned calves. Sky blue board shorts. Bright green paddling shirt with the hoodie pulled over a visor. When combined with a few days of boater stubble and reflective sunglasses, I’ve been told I resemble an aquatic version of the 1980s FBI Unabomber sketch. I’m even clutching a bright orange Watershed drybag like there’s something suspicious inside and not just a camera.
My buddy Cole and I have been receiving a lot of attention for the past two days now, with most gawks coming from passing motorists and bored truckers, bewildered fishermen and surprised riverside residents as we paddled (and increasingly portaged) down the Truckee River. But at this moment, the latest looks seem due to the fact that a paddling mannequin from a local outdoor shop has seemingly come to life and is sauntering through the neighborhood during a heatwave without the river in sight.
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How to explore the western rivers and wilderness on the route of legendary explorer John Wesley Powell
You’ve probably heard the story. In 1869, a one-armed Civil War major named John Wesley Powell led a ragtag crew of mountain men and former soldiers 1,000 miles down the Green and Colorado rivers. Their goal was to explore the final “blank spots” on the U.S map, particularly the great unknown of what was then called Big Canyon. Wild rumors reported plunging waterfalls or that the river vanished into the earth.
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A Utah outfit’s ode to the best worst shuttle vehicles any river-runner will know
Hi I’m Gary! I’m old and don’t take hills too well … You can only
get in me via the passenger door … Please put a bit of oil in me before
you drive me … I’ve got a nasty little leak.
This handwritten note had caught my eye, posted on a corkboard inside a paddling shop in Vernal, Utah. Presumably authored by a shuttle customer and told from the point of view of her possibly sentient vehicle…
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A new narrated paddling guidebook to the Green and Colorado Rivers celebrates the 150th anniversary of the original Powell expedition by combining the dramatic story of 1869 with color landscape photos and trip planning info. In this interview,author, photographer, and boater Mike Bezemek shares how it all came together—including how he lugged a small library down the river in a Watershed drybag.
Why is a 150-year-old expedition route still relevant today? Why should people care about this story?
Well, to start, it’s easily one of the greatest adventure
stories in American history. The 1869 Powell expedition was pretty much
the first exploratory whitewater descent ever. A one-armed former Civil
War major turned self-taught geology professor shows up to a sleepy
railroad outpost in Wyoming Territory,hauling four wooden-keeled
rowboats. With a 10-man crew, mostly mountain men and ex-soldiers, they
set off down the Green River with a bunch of flour, some bacon, and
mapping instruments—having never run a rapid.
Along the way, they encountered and named canyon after canyon, many of which are now among the most famous whitewater trips in the Southwest. They were completely unprepared for the trip. They portaged or lined about 100 of the hardest rapids but ran maybe 500 of the easier ones—plus a few hard ones, mostly by accident. Their rations spoiled, their equipment broke, their boats took a beating, and they even sunk one. They thought they could last ten months, map the river course, and hole up through the winter if necessary. But three months later, only six emaciated men wearing tattered rags emerged from what Powell called Grand Canyon. And the story became a legend.
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A weekend expedition in the Ozarks leads to a nearly forgotten Wild & Scenic River
The first one caught me off guard. I was staring beyond my kayak deck
at the milky turquoise waters of Big Piney Creek in the Arkansas
Ozarks. Just sort of marveling at the fact it’s here at all — a Class
II-III Wild & Scenic River smack in the middle of the country. A
region, fun fact, also known as the Interior Highlands. After two and
half days driving across the South with my wife (one of which felt like
just crossing through Atlanta), I’d hopped from truck to kayak and
couldn’t believe my luck.
On a Tuesday in mid-May, the lower four-mile run was basically empty. At the rapid below put-in, I’d passed three local playboaters doing the thing playboaters love second-most, which is hang out on shore talking about playboating. After that, it was just white splashy holes, cold blue-green water flowing from limestone springs, and me. Until a black water snake sprinted like a whip across the pool.
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I sort of knew what I was searching for and sort of didn’t. After rowing around a bend in the Green River, Rock House Canyon opened dramatically ahead. I tied my raft to shore and walked up a dry creek bed. Above rose buttes and fins of orange-brown rock, part of the Green River Formation. This geologic unit is comprised of crumbly shales and sandstones which were deposited millions of years ago when the region was flooded by the long-gone Lake Uinta.
The cliff faces shone brightly in the morning sun of early August. Somewhere near here was a Fremont Culture petroglyph panel—but I didn’t have any specifics about size, subject matter, or precise location. Also, based on the fresh claw prints in the beachside mud, there might be a nearby bear who shared my interest in rock art and amateur archaeology.
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The view was startling. By standing on an old stone wall, in a
clearing just off the gravel shuttle road, Big Piney Creek was visible
far below. It was making one of those photogenic meanders, a nearly
circular 180, like the famous Horseshoe Bend in Arizona. But instead of
slicing sharply into bare sandstone, this sweeping curve was etched over
500 feet deep into the densely vegetated Ozark Mountains, which rolled
endlessly toward the horizon.
Ignoring the shattered beer bottles, crumpled wet wipes, and a tattered condom at my feet—my adventure detective skills suggested the previous visitors possessed a fascinating combination of traits, including drunk but hygienic, okay with littering and sexually responsible—this type of viewpoint was exactly what I’d been searching for. A wide overview of a typical Ozarks watershed to include in my upcoming paddling guide.
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Dubbed ‘One River, Many Voices,’ the 1,700-mile, 135-day expedition sought to connect with river canyons and residents along the way
It was September, about a month into the expedition, when Mike and Jenny Fiebig encountered their first challenging whitewater. The rapid was Hells Half Mile in Lodore Canyon on the Green River. And their boat was a custom dory built by Hog Island Boat Works in Steamboat Springs, Colo., and Eddyline Welding in Moab, Utah. The dory had a roto-molded plastic hull, expertly fitted aluminum decking, and one missing feature the Fiebigs were about to experience first-hand: Unlike other boats Mike had rowed during 20 years of raft guiding, this one wasn’t self-bailing.
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Part I: Solo trip or death sentence? • an eclipse on the river • just some regular old symmetry-focused topographic detective work.
the beach at Sand Wash, I’d been chatting with a dude, let’s call him
“Guy,” about the first expeditions down the Green and Colorado rivers.
For over two hours.
“So you’re a Powell fella,” he’d observed. Our kindred spirits took it from there, as we chatted about books, theories, and favorite tales — all colored by Guy’s tendency to swear like a sailor at a spelling bee.
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Bike-rafting Georgia’s Cumberland Island during the government shutdown.
It’s the morning of New Year’s Eve, and the exact moment I step out of my tent, I spot a dorsal fin. It rises briefly into the mist from the placid Brickhill River and vanishes. I blink sleep from my eyes. After 10 minutes waiting for a repeat appearance, I’m uncertain it was a fin at all. The tide is moving swiftly past, carrying a caravan of floating reeds. Maybe that’s what I saw.
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The government shutdown inspires a weekend expedition to the Southeast’s wild national seashore
VHWIRRRR, through dense fog, the sound of an approaching motorboat rises.
I swivel my head left and right, listening closely to place the direction. There’s no way they’ll see me at speed, I realize, slightly panicked. But if I paddle in any direction, even backtrack, I might move right into their path.
I’m floating in my packraft on the Cumberland Sound, part of the Intracoastal Waterway.
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As I push off from Corn Creek into the clear blue waters of the Salmon River, I feel that rush of excitement that comes with paddling a new river. The canyon hillsides mix dark metamorphic outcrops with tall stands of pine and green grasses, making a mid-July fade into gold. Across the river floats my kayaking buddy, the Perfessor, and the oar-rig with three of his friends. About this classic week-long trip on the Main Salmon, I know very little…
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We were at put-in for the upper Gauley, and I was sorting straps like a medic in a war movie frantically searching for morphine. To say I felt out of my element was an understatement. After kayaking in the Ozarks and Southeast during the past decade, my six seasons of California raft guiding before that felt like a set of vivid but patchy memories…
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In the second week of August 1869, John Wesley Powell and his crew of eight—down one man who departed after the Canyon of Lodore—camped for a few days at the Little Colorado River. Today, this tributary in the Grand Canyon is best known for summer rafters who swim through turquoise waters when the creek is low. But during Powell’s expedition, the monsoon was in full effect and the LCR was running high and brown…
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