The Rogue river is a beautiful place. It flows through southern Oregon, towards the coast. It was a friday afternoon when I realized that my person was packing up the truck, I was out in the yard, playing with my ball. We would sleep near the put in and launch in the morning. The weekend was looking to be marvelous… we were ready for an adventure.
Adventure: Exploration of unknown territory.
Now, I’ve been able to do quite a few things in my year of life - living with my human, skiing, chair lift rides, snowmobiles, canoes, trucks, planes and trains, I’d even been in a kayak before this trip, but something told me this trip would be a little different. I loaded up the kayak when I was asked, but this time it was different… my person was floating in a different kayak than me, and the kayak I was in was full of stuff and a person who I wasn’t so sure even knew anything about navigating rivers… This certainly qualified as unknown territory... but I was happy to be smelling new smells and seeing new things. Everything went quite smoothly getting to the water, we were floating by 1030 AM Saturday morning.
Things got exciting right from the start. I was just cruising along, in my ruff wear float coat, watching my person float alongside, then the river seemed to get a bit more… rowdy. I was getting rocked back and forth, I wasn’t scared… but… well yeah, maybe a little, ok I was scared, I didn’t know what was happening, but can you blame me? I was nervous for my person, and the person in charge of me… well he seemed to be doing just fine… but I didn’t know what to do, so I thought I would try climbing up on his lap while we went through the turbulent water… turns out he didn’t think that was such a good idea. But I stayed and… I got wet. Real wet. Then it was quiet again, so I stood tall, at the front of the boat, I didn’t want anyone to think I was scared or anything. I wasn’t.
I got to sleep in the sand next to the river, I made sure the bears stayed out of our camp, I loved sleeping under the stars with my person and my boat mate. It was perfect. The morning was quite exceptional as well, Shannon ran around taking photographs, and it smelled like they made muffins for breakfast, I ate dog food, out of a frisbee.
We ran a lot of rapids on this day, and they were scary! Yes, I’ll say it, it was bit concerning, but it was so cool. We went through a canyon called kesley canyon, and then we went through a canyon called Mule canyon, and it was so cool, the water was all bubbly, and the rapids were big, and I was a little scared and I think that Jeff was a little scared too, but we did it. We did so good. I loved it! Then we got out and looked at a rapid called Blossom Bar, and it turns out that it was a really scary rapid, but Jeff, my boat mate and captain, led us through without issue. It was so fun, and Shannon seemed pleased as well!
It rained most of the night, but it was ok, because I snuggled up in the tent and stayed dry. I was so tired! I woke up and we loaded up the boats again, and were off… I couldn’t believe how quiet it was on the river, really it was quite remarkable…
We paddled about 10 more miles on our last morning, and we got back to the truck. I’ll tell ya, I was a little scared sometimes, yes, it’s true, but I was also really brave, and it turns out I really like self support kayaking trips. I really like rivers, and I life is good when you’re a dog, in a boat, on a river, with your people.