Part I: The Obsession
The process of running Upper Cherry started weeks before I ever saw the crystal clear water of that deep, beautiful gorge. Monitoring several different proxy gauges, following snow melt trends and patterns, and tracking weather and temperature fluctuation was just the beginning. The puzzle gets really complicated when you superimpose all those data points with first hand reports of those who’ve gone in, and their own interpretations of “medium” or “high”.
For weeks, my crew and I checked flows several times a day, and had plan A through Z ready sketched out and ready to employ at a moments notice. When I first rolled into Cali, 8 weeks ago, locals thought it would be running in the next 2 weeks. 6 weeks later, it was still reportedly too high. Thus began the 2013 wait…
Part II: The Waiting Game
I was fortunate to have plenty of whitewater still running and accessible to fill my time while awaiting Upper Cherry. Once the last of the natural flow had melted though, it was down to Cherry Creek Proper, and other creative adventures. Luckily I became part of a traveling band of southeastern fellows, Gareth Tate, Paul Stamillio, Ben Blake, and Will Rudisill. We decided to take only one car on these mini-adventures, so we loaded up Ben’s Sprinter Van and hit the road.
Part III: Mini-Meantime Adventures
After getting in some Cherry Creek laps, we started our multi-sport adventures with a mounting biking trip to Truckee. We woke up everyday, ready to pull the trigger and head to Upper Cherry, but ended up spending 3 days shredding downhill, pump-tracks, hanging out on Donner Lake docks, and lifestyling the hell out of Truckee.
We then migrated to Santa Cruz for a few days of surfing some classic breaks. Although surfing was super fun, I decided that I don’t like surfers. They yelled at me a number of times.
The suspense of Upper Cherry was getting worse and worse, but with goals of running Cherry Bomb, we knew that waiting till the water had for sure dropped, was key. Deciding to wait a few more days, we headed to Yosemite for a few day hikes.
After two false starts of starting to run shuttle then getting word that it was STILL to high, we finally decided to pull the trigger at 3:30 pm on a Thursday afternoon. Due to weekend travel plans, work schedules, and a lack of cell service in Yosemite, our once 9-pack had dwindled down to three. I embarked on one of the coolest trips of my life with Ben Blake and Will Rudisill.
Part IV: Upper Cherry Creek…FINALLY
The hike in to Upper Cherry is absolutely part of the whole-picture adventure. I consider myself a relatively strong athlete, and in pretty good shape, but that 11 mile hike with a 90 pound loaded kayak on my back BROKE ME DOWN. I cried. Literally. I have not cried from physical exertion or pain since I had to run sprints as an elementary school soccer player. I tried to focus on my music, the nice scenery, and the fact that at least there weren’t mosquitoes attacking at every corner, but I just couldn’t. It was f-ing miserable.
Sure when I got to the river the next morning I was filled with a sense of accomplishment, and satisfaction for doing a burly hike in under 7 hours (with a night of sleep built in there)…but mostly I was just super happy for it to be over with.
There are few words to describe the magic and incredible quality of whitewater in Upper Cherry Creek. Slide after slide, drop after drop, it doesn’t let up, and never ceased to plot me in a pool with a huge grin on my face.
On our second morning, we woke up ready to run the most famous section of whitewater in California, Cherry Bomb Gorge. After a nearly 2 hour scout of the entire gorge the night prior, we awoke with nerves and fire, stoked to run the bomb at a low (aka relatively chill…for Class V at least) level.
Dropping into Cherry Bomb is equated in my mind with running Gorilla on the Green River Narrows for the first time. Filled with incredible nerves, and unsure about the plethora of unknowns, possibilities, and consequences that awaited below, I had to force myself to return to my practice of relaxing and visualizing.
When I landed, upright, NOT in the pothole, at the bottom of Cherry Bomb Falls, I had a glimpse of accomplishment, but knew my work was far from over and I could not let up my gripped demeanor. Below Cherry Bomb Falls lies the Weir Hole, and a series of 6 significant drops. Left, left, middle, right, middle, left…the sequence of the gorge, had been resonating in my head for weeks. It was certainly intense in there, as the river is squeezed down to a mere 10 feet wide lined with 500 foot granite walls in both sides. Landing the last drop was when I finally relaxed my grip and cried out in joy and fist-pumps, shocked at the landmark feat myself and my crew had just CRUSHED!
The rest of the journey was a spectacular array of wateralls, boofs, and slides, all in the glorious California sunshine!
All was good until we reached the confluence with West Cherry Creek, in which we were expecting to double our flow. Sadly, the West Cherry tributary offered us a meager trickle, comperable to the flow of my a bathroom sink. We ended up having to essentially portage the Red Rock Gorge at water level, which was a royal pain, but still an adventure.
In the end, after all the hype, waiting, guessing, and fear that goes into Upper Cherry, it was 100% worth it, and one of the most unique and powerful places I’ve ever been. Unparalleled whitewater, classic Cali scenery, and a true “earn your turns” style adventure made UCC one of the most profound experiences I’ve ever had in a kayak, and a place I will definitely return.
Check out Gareth Tate’s video highlighting expedition kayaking safety tips, featuring Upper Cherry! It’s the best UCC video out there! https://vimeo.com/33187111
And thus concludes my California season…OFF TO WASHINGTON!!!