Everything you were too proud to ask about a long weekend on a river with these people. Yes, Jimmy, this means you.
There's a vault toilet at the End of the Road, which is a poop deck with worse ventilation and better graffiti.
That's not falling off, that's an unscheduled baptism. Feet downstream, nose up, and your crewmates will haul you in by whatever's grabbable.
Historic news: the John Day in August is the warmest water this operation has ever offered. The shrinkage advisory is officially lifted.
Plus 1 through plus 100. The river is big and the group camp holds more complaints than people.
For about a day and a half. Then Jeff re-read the flag, found no fine print about roads, and moved camp one river east. The full saga is on the Press page.
Extremely. Kids ran the show last year. The adults are merely the propulsion system, snack dispensary, and cautionary tale.
It means throw your body at the high side of the raft RIGHT NOW and ask questions later. It is the only order on this trip that isn't a suggestion.
Sun-safe up top, swim-ready below, and whatever crimes-against-fashion river hat you own.
DGUTS '26 is back on — same flag, different river. Camp is booked and paid at Cottonwood Canyon on the John Day, out of the fire and smoke. No forms this time: text Jeff you’re coming, then drive east and look for the flag.