Joomla! site syndication http://www.whitewaterutah.com Tue, 09 Mar 2010 09:11:29 +0100 FeedCreator 1.7.2 http://www.whitewaterutah.com/images/M_images/joomla_rss.png http://www.whitewaterutah.com Joomla! site syndication http://www.whitewaterutah.com/content/view/1/ What could be more exciting and invigorating than leisurely floating along a stunningly beautiful, yet placid stretch of river, spotting, then hearing the growing roar of upcoming whitewater ahead, suddenly plunging into the first huge hole, back up on the tongue of the rapid, straining arms, back and shoulders paddling against the churning hydraulics, riding out the seemingly endless cascading swells, finally heading for the back eddy to turn and marvel what you and your fellow river runners just went through! River running in Utah. What a rush! The names conjure up adventure, excitement and unexcelled fun for first-timers and old river rats alike. The Green, Desolation Canyon, Gates of Lodore, Split Mountain, Hell’s Half Mile, Disaster Falls. Remote Labyrinth Canyon. The fast-flowing San Juan and its many spectacular hikes to petroglyph panels and cliff dwellings of the ancients. The undammed and free-flowing Yampa, Big Joe and Tepee, leading to Warm Springs, with its huge drop. The beautiful Dolores with its short season, long, long stretch of water and something for everyone. And the great and mighty Colorado. Westwater. The Wall of Shame. Skull Rapids. Sock-It-To-Me. Cataract Canyon with Hell-To-Pay and Satan’s Gut. Downriver (and, we admit, in Arizona), ah, the Grand Canyon, with access thru Kanab, Utah and Page, Arizona. The Grand has challenging falls and rapids way, way too numerous to list. Hermit, Crystal, Lava, Sockdalager to name but a few of the best! News - Frontpage Sun, 22 Oct 2006 15:19:43 +0100 http://www.whitewaterutah.com/content/view/36/11/ By Monique Beeley I’m standing on the shore of the lower San Juan, witnessing the ladies of the river one by one challenging mind, body and soul as they made there way through the angry swells of the churning river. I’m watching boats being forced to the far side of the angry water, the ladies having to use every ounce of strength to paddle through the rushing madness that can only be found on a wild river. Taking pause to bring myself back to reality and the incredible scene I am witnessing, I cannot help but shout, “ Damn! I hope I’m doing that when I’m seventy!” Articles - Articles Sat, 07 Jun 2008 19:06:29 +0100