We were camping at the Williamson campground after a couple days at the Sycan River. I had really wanted the Williamson to be running, and while it had some water, we didn't want to tarnish our memory of it by running it too low. We had gone to bed that evening planning to head up to the Miracle Mile the next day for some sunny laps at a nice flow. Waking up I checked some flows to see if I had missed anything the day before, and noticed a creek that has been on my list for some time had dropped into an ideal flow during the night. This was Fish Creek of the North Umpqua drainage, a creek that has fallen out of fashion after PGE and the Forest Service dumped truck loads of logs into it. It had been running at what I calculated to be a high-runnable flow earlier that week, and I had expected it to stay there after a week of heat. As it turned out, it had cooled just enough to drop it to what I felt would be the ideal flow to run it at, about 300 cfs.
Cooking cherry pie for breakfast.
Maybe the sugar rush helped sway Brandon to pass on a splash and giggle day in the sun on the Miracle Mile, for what was sure to be a trying day in a foreboding canyon.
Photo: Priscilla Macy
The shuttle logistics are easy on Fish Creek, not typical for an obscure Oregon creek.
Putting in at the NF-3701 bridge.
Photo: Priscilla Macy
There is a short bit of easy warm up before the first of the FS/PGE log jams. We portaged this on the left, and boated down to the next eddy where there was another FS/PGE log jam on the right.
On top of the first FS/PGE log jam, looking down at the second.
This second jam was passable, but leads in to Go-Fish, the first class V rapid. Go-Fish is a giant boulder rapid that had a compelling line amongst various class V hazards. We walked Go-Fish over boulders on the left, putting back in when the gradient cooled down. The next 3/4 mile was mostly runnable boulder gardens with a manageable amount and location of FS/PGE log jams, each rapid requiring a look and some route finding. We did walk a couple rapids in this section.
Brandon and Zach sorting out one of the boulder gardens.
After some time, things eased off for a moment. The breather promptly came to an end at a sharp left bend in the river, and we eddied out on the right. We crawled out on another FS/PGE log jam to take a peak downstream. I recognized this corner as the entrance to the Flocked Gorge, the steepest section of the run dropping over 100' in the next quarter mile through a gorge and the point where a team of rafters attempting the run had bailed out in 2012. We were looking at a chaotic boulder pile with logs sticking out of it turn the corner to the right as the creek entered the gorge. This didn't look like a place we had time to sort out. I looked up to the right and noticed I could see daylight through the trees, we surmised there must be a land-bench up there. Looking at the satellite imagery I had downloaded onto my phone it seemed like if we got up to that bench and traversed a short way we might be able to portage the Flocked Gorge in it's entirety in one go, saving loads of time. Brandon lead the way, finding a nice game trail that got us up to the bench much easier and quicker than anticipated. Once atop the bench, we traversed and tried to maintain elevation for awhile, after 10 minutes or so we could see the creek at the base of a debris-free gully. Another 5 minutes and we had scrambled down the gully back to the creek, from which we drank quite a bit of water. I crawled out to look back up at the exit of what we had portaged, I was happy we had walked around it.
Looking back up at the exit of the Flocked Gorge, the visible rapid drops about 10'.
Given the portage only took 20 minutes and was much easier than we had anticipated, I'd again choose the full portage over dealing with the Flocked Gorge at river level if I return. I do wish we had had the time to peak over the edge into the gorge during the portage though, to see what was in there.
Our portage route around the Flocked Gorge.
Downstream the challenging whitewater kept up, there were numerous boulder gardens that each required a scout and contemplation.
At a point where a notable tributary waterfall entered from the right, the river bent left into the second gorge at the start of The Redds. The Redds are smoothed out bedrock rapids amongst a run full of boulder gardens. To reduce the route planning we walked the lead in boulder garden to the first of The Redds and concentrated on the tough to scout bedrock portion of the rapid. This rapid ended up being difficult to view entirely from above and a pocket on the left was hidden during the scout. One team member ended up in it (still in his boat) and needed a rope to get out. A good location to throw the rope from was tricky to get to and after a couple failed tossed, I had to do some climbing to get upstream to a place where I could connect and pull him out. He was beat after many failed attempts to get out while keeping from being pulled back into the hydraulic and the event made an impression on us as a group. This was one of the few rapids that seemed mandatory, and the first person to go won't have safety.
This is the first of The Redds, it does not have a reasonable portage option, the first person won't get safety, and while you can see the line from the scout, you don't see the hazard. Just below and to the left (river-left) of Zach in this photo is the pocket, to his right is a shelf that offers safe passage.
Downstream The Redds continue with more boulder gardens leading into bedrock rapids inside gorges, these gorges were all runnable and good quality even if they tend to look ominous from above.
Working our way through The Redds.
The Redds continue for a bit, some of these bedrock rapids have boulder gardens leading into them, some are stand alone. The length of the day, the late start, and the earlier scare were starting to weigh on us as we continued to push downstream as efficiently as we could while keeping it safe and mistake-free.
Challenging rapids continued as The Redds began to fade away and the creek returned to boulder gardens that were only occasionally interrupted by bits of bedrock. Some rapids we ran and some we portaged. The wood was present down here but we definitely portaged more rapids because they were hard than because of wood on this trip, with the majority of the rapids being runnable. We were looking out for some powerlines overhead, because satellite imagery had indicated they marked the end of the hard whitewater.
Not out of it yet, tackling one a rapid at a time,.
Once the powerlines came into view we were faced with a final obstacle at Endgame, a landslide rapid providing one last major puzzle to sort before things cooled down. Endgame looked heinous from above with full sized trees stripped of their bark jutting out of the boulders, aimed skyward. We didn't bother looking at it and portaged left. The landslide kept us from being able to portage all of Endgame at river level though, so I set about trying to scout the bottom corner of the rapid, which looked like it might allow passage. Whether we could paddle through the corner or not was likely going to be the difference between finishing with light to spare or having to find an up and around route with the likely result of finishing the trip in the dark. I squeezed up and through some logs to a point I could see the corner was clear and there was a nice eddy on the right. However there was also a visible logjam downstream and the corner move into the eddy was not a gimme. We weighed the risk of the move to the risk of paddling in the dark and decided to paddle the corner into the eddy.
A low water photo of Endgame from below, the surveyor is standing in the eddy we caught above the log jam.
Once in the eddy, we were able to see that there were two more eddies just above the log jam on either side if the surveyor eddy had been blown, so it would not be as nerve racking on a return trip. I also noted upon looking back upstream the trees in the rapid did not block the line, and the rapid was runnable class V. A quick portage on the right around the jam and we made short work of crossing under the powerlines, breathing a little easier now with only 1.5 miles of read and run left on Fish Creek. Turning left onto the North Umpqua there was less than a mile left of class II and within 30-40 minutes of passing under the powerlines we had reached the take out bridge, highly impressed by Fish Creek and happy to be done with 30 minutes of light to spare.
Most of the photos of Fish Creek were taken from my cell phone, in stark contrast to the quality of Priscilla's photos found in most of the recent trip reports on this site.
Fish Creek runs most predictably in the Spring from snowmelt.
Our flows for the day in the USGS 14315950 FISH CREEK ABV SLIPPER CREEK NR TOKETEE FALLS, OR
The gage is right there at the put in, producing an exact representation of what you will have when paddling the creek. 300 felt like a good flow, it could be done with more or less water based on your personal taste. It is worth noting that there is a diversion upstream, and that can change the flows abruptly on rare occasions (up to 150 cfs). If this is going on the change will be visible on the regular gage.
The gage station at the put in. It was reading 4.8' when we put in.
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To get to the put in (43.229973, -122.447593) return to highway 138 and head upstream/east 6.2 miles past Toketee Falls and turn right towards Watson Falls on Fish Creek Rd/NF-37. In 2.9 miles turn right onto Camas Creek Road. In about 2 miles you will pass the Toketee Airstrip, according to the Diamond Lake Ranger Station the road gets plowed of snow up to this point. The Ranger Station can be reached at (541) 498-2531 to confirm. After passing the airstrip it's 1.4 miles to the bridge over Fish Creek.
The Toketee Airstrip has a SNOTEL site.
Nomenclature and History
Go-Fish: As in an appropriate response to the question of "hey bud, you about to go Ace that line through there?"
Flocked Gorge: This is the stoutest gorge of the run, located near where Gabe Flock pinned on an early descent of Fish Creek, loosing his gear and nearly his life. The gorge isn't totally f**cked, but it is close. Inside are all of the hardest types of features found on Fish Creek crammed into a gorge and turned up to 10. This was the final straw for a rafting attempt of the creek that decided they had had enough and hiked out after peering into the Flocked Gorge.
The Redds: Salmon find gravel strewn sections of river to lay eggs, they kick up the gravel to smooth it out and lay their eggs. These smooth spots where the eggs are laid are called salmon redds. Most of Fish Creek is full of boulders, except this portion of the run where there are intermittent smoothed out sections of bedrock inside short gorges.
Endgame: This is the final class V obstacle on the creek, the rest of the creek was read and run and portage-less below this rapid. The stress-level drops considerably once past the powerlines, which are just below this rapid.
In 2000, the legendary Dan Coyle did a solo trip down Fish Creek, putting it on the map for boaters. He wrote up a description, but that document is no longer available online (that I could find).
A few years later, there was a bad pin between the first large cascade (Go-Fish), and the crux gorge (Flocked Gorge). The paddler survived, but it was a close call. "My air pocket was gone by then, and my knee and ankle were twisted badly and my foot still caught by the cockpit as I was mostly free but now facing up and the brunt of the flow still on me. I had to do another superman move with no breath yet! Pulled myself up far enough to get my foot out thank god"
Then came the wood. An attempt was made by the boating community to have boater safety considered when placing fish habitat in this creek. I don't know the full story, but the end result was the wood was placed anyway, and in a fashion that didn't take into account recreational boating.
Fish Creek, a contender for the best class V adventure run in Oregon, descended into obscurity as paddlers learned from each other through either word of mouth or the hard way about the placement of the wood.
Fast forward a half decade, and that obscurity played a roll in the next documented descent of the creek. A group of rafters was in the area, and the "itch for an adventure hit some of [them] like a bad case of poison oak". Because the creek had fallen off the radar, it wasn't common knowledge in the boating community what was on the creek, or that it was full of logs placed by the Forest Service and PGE.
These rafters found their adventure, and then some.
I am not the only boater who has noted Fish Creek on a map during the last half decade, or while driving over on Hwy 138, gotten curious and raked the internet for information, to turn up only the story of the rafters, which was pretty hard to look past. However, when I read between the lines, I got the impression their by-the-book approach would have led to a similar experience on any class V run of that nature.
I spent some time digging a little deeper and turned up some snippets of information from the pdxkayaker yahoo forum (screen grabs seen above), saw some rumblings about past debacles on facebook, viewed satellite imagery that appeared to show a manageable wood situation, and fed off enthusiasm from other boaters who also wanted to find out what Fish Creek was all about (namely Mike Goglin and Joseph Hatcher, but also others around various Oregon campfires).
By 2015 it was a top five objective for me, but year after year I let opportunities slip by.
Then, waking up near Chiloquin after a great couple days on the Sycan in the Spring of 2019 with plans to paddle the Miracle Mile on the way home I perused some flows while killing time in the morning. Fish Creek had been holding at what I felt would be at the high end of runnable all week so it hadn't even been something I was holding in the cards for this weekend, yet despite warm weather the gauge dropped to exactly what I wanted to see it at for my first trip (~300 cfs, like the rafters had).
I sent a text to Mike, who I had been planning to run Fish Creek with this year if the opportunity arose, lamenting the missed opportunity. As it happened he was out of town anyway and I knew from conversation earlier in the week Joseph wasn't available either so I wasn't too bummed I hadn't been prepared for the opportunity. I mentioned it in passing to the group from the Sycan at breakfast, figuring we had already done some exploring this weekend and everyone was probably ready to take 'er easy on the way home. To my surprise both Zach and Brandon were all about it, Zach even mentioned tongue-in-cheek that he felt we had been jipped by the lack of suffering on the Sycan, and had aspirations Fish Creek would deliver the adversity we had evaded so far. Since we had been planning a casual day we were getting a late start, but as it turned out, from where we were camping it was less than two hours to Fish Creek. With info from the Diamond Lake Ranger District that the road would be plowed to at least within a mile and a half of the put-in, a gung-ho group, and a sunny day with perfect flows, this wasn't an opportunity to be missed.
Priscilla and I sorted out logistics on the drive over (she was going to be taking the day off from boating), and by 12:30 Zach Levine, Brandon Lake and I had driven a snow-free road to the put in and were floating under the access bridge on Fish Creek.
Photo: Priscilla Macy
By the end of the day there had been two throw-rope saves, loads of scouting, a fair bit of portaging, and oodles of good rapids run. Upon arriving at the take out and mentally exhausted from the no rest, full speed, quick decision making, no mistakes allowed 8 hour reconnaissance mission down Fish Creek, I had claimed it was a one time trip for me. Less than a day later, after a good night of sleep, I was already looking forward to my next time in there. Though an early start will be a prerequisite.
It really is a hell of a run, the wood from the Forest Service has shifted and while there are some portages and an added level of attention is required, the good outweighs the bad on Fish Creek. If you are an adventurous boater who likes runs similar to the Clear Fork Cowlitz, you will be happy to know we have our own flavor of full day adventure right here in the heart of Oregon's Cascades.
And it runs from snowmelt!