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We spent night three being lulled to sleep by the flow of the Snake River. We slept on these incredibly comfortable, self-inflating paco pads. The dark was much warmer down in Hells Canyon than up in the Seven Devils. Morning came and we were greeted by the smell of pancakes and sausage. We didn’t know it, but vacation and relaxation were about to really begin.
Day four and our first day on the Snake River was going to be our toughest yet, filled with Class IV and III rapids. Not going to lie, I was a little nervous; this was going to be my first time rafting!
That morning in camp was freezing. We ate the standard breakfast of oatmeal and we all huddled around the fire until we had to leave.
The trail descended quickly and steeply, and soon, we were whacking our way through overgrown brush and over fallen trees. The trail was in pretty bad shape. We were probably one of the few people to go through in the last five years, according to our guides, Rick and Marshall. Progress was slow and bear poop was plentiful.
At approximately 7 hours later, we arrived at the Snake River, where margaritas, artichoke dip, river chicken and pineapple upside down cake awaited! Kicking my soggy hiking boots off never felt more gratifying!