By: Paul S. Cilwa
Viewed: 4/19/2024 Occurred: 7/24/2022
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Topics: #SaltRiver #Gianna #Dominic #Zach
I go down the river with my grandkids.
So the cast of characters in the below photos includes: me, my daughter, Jennifer; her three
kids: adult Zach, 7-year-old Gianna, and 5-year-old Dominic; and the kids' dad Jimmy.
In addition, we have Zach's girlfriend, Justine; and the kids' next-door neighbor
friend, Brinkley.
Running through the heart of Central Arizona, the Salt River
(previously known as the Rio Salada , originally known as
Onk Akimel ) flows. And during the summer when temperatures can
easily reach 110°, the cool water beckons humans and equines
alike.
It's hard to predict how long a river float will take, because it
depends not only how fast the water is flowing, but also how
efficiently one steers one's float away from eddies where the current
doesn't flow. For today's float, Zach and I decided to put in at Blue
Point and take out at Phon D. Sutton. There's another, unnamed,
possible put in anout a mile upstream, but even on a high flow day
(earlier in the year, when the snows on the Superstitions and beyond
are melting) that would have taken at least 4 hours to get to Phon D.
Sutton. My guess was Blue Point to Phon D. Sutton would take two or
two-and-a-half hours. (I was wrong.)
There are two parking areas on opposite sides of Bush Highway. Blue
Point is on the left; Pebble Beach is on the right. It's possible to
put in on either side, but Pebble Beach has a much longer walk to the
river, and mostly on the described pebbles, which would be unpleasant
even if my ankles were in perfect shape. Plus, today, it was
mobbed with what appeared to be ebery car in Arizona. So, Blue
Point it was.
Dominic and Justine posed for a selfie in the shade as the adults
unloaded the van. It's a 22-minute round trip between Blue Point and
Phon D. Sutton to drop off the take-out vehicle and return, so there
was plenty of time to blow up the floats. Bags of snacks and life
jackets were carried to a bluff just above the river where I guarded
them.
While on snack guard duty, I spotted one of the wild horses that live
in this riparian paradise casually strolling through.
The three kids wandered to the river's edge to check out where we
would put the floats in the water.
And, as each float became inflated, the Littles helpfully tried it
out.
Finally, with Zach and Jimmy back from placing the take-out car, the
centerpiece of our floating regatta was inflated and brought down to
the river.
I'm grateful to have been allowed to just watch as the rest of the
group skillfully brought the floats to the river, roped and bungeed
the floats together, before I was allowed to come down and get in.
The rocks in the water were slippery but Jimmy and Justine helped
steady me.
Our floating city consisted of three floats: A large one that could
seat a baseball team, complete with river access through a hole in
the middle. In addition, we had a two-person float, and a one-person
float.
Blue Point Recreation Area isn't just a put-in point for river
floats. Lots of families come down just to picnic and keep cool. We
said hello (and in many cases, Hola to the nice people
picnicking on the river's edge that we had to pass to drag our
flotilla to the water.
Here's Zach giving us a push into the current.
And away we go!
This was a first river float for Gianna, Dominic, and their neighbor
friend Brinkley, as well as Daddy Jimmy.
Jenny had gone several times with me in years past; I was so proud
she'd learned everything she needed to know to put together a family
outing. (Except for a paddle; but we actually found an abandoned one
shortly after we realized one would be handy, so that doesn't count.)
Once on the way, there's little to do but lean back and enjoy the
scenery. It's easy to splash water on oneself to keep cool; or, like
the kids did, just swim alongside the floats.
While the river was crowded (to be expected on a hot Sunday), I've
actually seen it worse. And, for much of the trip, we were separated
from other groups by reasonable distances.
The wild horses were everywhere! They seem to tolerate the floaters,
while the floaters seem to keep respectful distances.
Jenny wanted me to get a shot of her with the horse in the
background. However, she was sitting next to me in the dual float, so
I didn't get all of her beautiful face,
Usury Mountain dominates the skyline in the stretches of river that
align with it.
The Salt River is the largest tributary of the Gila River. The river
is about 200 miles long. It has been dammed in several places; this
stretch, known locally as the Lower Salt, lies between the Saguaro
Lake dam, and the Granite Reef dam.
The Salt River wild horses are the historic and majestic creatures
roaming the lower Salt River in the Tonto National Forest in Arizona.
They are the pride of the community, a favorite subject of
photographers and the icon of the wild, free spirit of Arizona and
the American West.
As we drifted along, we slipped into a number of eddies, which didn't
help our travel speed. Plus, the river wasn't flowing very fast
anyway. So what I hoped would be a two hour trip, was rapidly
stretching out to four. Jimmy, the most type-A among us, gets props
for being so laid back about the vagueness of the trip duration.
Dominic was a big help with the oar we found.
Neither Dominic nor Gianna really need life jackets to stay afloat;
both are strong, expert swimmers, But in a real river there are rocks
and shallow spots, and more than one free floater has been knocked
unconscious and would have drowned if not for their life jacket. So.
We then approached a section of the river called the Mud Cliffs. In
them is a natural hollow or cave; it's not too far up the cliff wall
to climb, which people do because the river here is also quite deep
and therefore fun to jump into. (We didn't, though there was some
talk of it.)
After what seemed like forever, we reached Phon D. Sutton, our
take-out point. This photo, taken from the paved parking lot, looks
down towards the river we just left.
Zach and I decided that, on future trips, we'll put in at Goldfields, where most
people leave; and that way the trip to Phon D. Sutton would be two hours at the most;
in addition, there are fewer people—on weekdays, very possibly none.
But even if I wind up horribly sunburned tomorrow (the jury is still out; I'm reddish
but more ruddy than red so I may not have lost all of my base tan!) it will
have been so worth it for such a wonderful day.