Day 27: Jarbridge to the middle of nowhere (west of Owyhee)
We knew the Owyhee was somewhere in this valley. The GPS didn't point to its exact location for some reason and after we descended some steep troughs I became really confident. There was only a slight bit of mud in the bottom of one of the beds and I was excited that the river was indeed dry due to the low rainfall.
After expressing my excitement to anyone who would listen to me - well, in our limited group, imagine the raw pit that opened in my stomach, when, directly in front of us a huge rent in the earth reared its deep jaws. I was surprised, caught off guard but not hopeless by any means. I had studied this crossing by satellite thanks to google and I was mostly confident it would go even though no maps show it connecting.
We dropped over the edge, opened a barbwire fence and scouted down the descent. It looked decent. The water didn't look fast moving or extremely deep but the exit ramp out of the canyon was straight up, steep and a bit gnarly. We have a video of the jeep ascending somewhere but I can't seem to find it. Will post later. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We crawled down with no problem, scouted the crossing, worried about the stock intake on the jeep, had a lesson on bow waves and speed when crossing (or lack of speed but steady throttle) and I made all the kids take a quick bath.
Crossing was not too bad. Video is somewhere yet to be found but I will post a link later. My Dad hit the water with a great rush of speed despite all the warnings and assurances that this crossing wasn't bad at all. He sent water flying over the hood and in open windows. It was great - bent his California rental tag straight up.
Going up the other side was challenging, rocky and loose. Both vehicles made it fine but the climb continued to deliver until we were all the way on the mesa. And then we were met with the challenge of vanishing roads.