So it never fails. Every year our loving dam operators on the South Feather decide to drain Little Grass Valley Reservoir. The only decent way to do this is of course to provide a sweet manageable 300-400 cfs that kayakers are able to enjoy. On its journey through this incredibly cold, twisty, at times reminiscent of the drainage canal that they use to escape from the tyrranysaurus rex canyon, the river makes its way over the stout 20 (not 30 you cheating taxpayers, no wonder our state is so broke) foot Russell Falls. (Named after Russell Sage's less than glorious descent of it at a whopping 180 cfs). Anyhoo, about my trip down said river. Despite its source being named after the conjoined twin town to my hometown, I had never paddled this run til a week ago. Let me tell you kayak nerds out there, this run is the business. Ok ok, so I haven't done the lower part yet but I hear its quite good above 350. Anyhoo, the short sweet stretch from Little Grass Valley Reservoir to Post Creek starts off with a bang. A sweet ten footer that lands in a seam. After skirting by a hole you arrive at the entrance to Mad Dog. On my first time down this run, led by the ever intrepid Taylor Cavin, I was briefly informed of the line before scrambling to catch Taylor as he peeled out from the eddy. What happened next can only be described as a gong show. Taylor dropped off the lip at the right spot but decided that he'd have a better line piloting his craft at an inverted angle. I somewhat tentatively plopped off the lip excpecting to piton in the shallow looking landing but was relieved when it turned out to be a big flat tongue. After rolling up quickly Taylor dropped into the next slot. The lip was an uneven junky mess. The Left side looked like it dropped in a crack (It does but its runnable) and the right side had a large hump in the middle and a sweet looking boof flake on the left. I charged as hard as I could at the left flake expecting a sweet boof over the rock into the eddy. However el rio had planes diferentes. I soon found myself stern pirouetting down a convoluted slot that looked pretty ugly on the bottom right. Alright Kim and Jesse youre up haha. Apparently it was a predetermined pattern that followed next. Jesse managed to enter the ramp upright, but like taylor before him, felt it was necessary to change his point of view to better understand the rapid. Kim managed to humble all 3 of us guys by styling the heck out of it. So maybe not a complete gongshow. As our day had been dubbed the "South Fork Hangover Tour Part 1" (Part 2 to come after this weekend), The other 3 in the group deemed they had seen enough stouts the night before at the American River Fest and opted to be trail support. Sore and tired as I was the 18 ft super delayed boof looked fun so I opted for the cascada. As I hilleke'd my way off the lip I was very pleased with my decision and enjoyed the view as I pulled my knees to my chest. The next drop is a super super sick notch that slams into a cave right above a rolling 10 fter with a cave below it. Highlights that day included Kim Russell's gigantic airwheel in a Diesel 80 out of the subnotch. The notch is super awesome because you drive super hard left, boof the business, and land in a seam and go deep......mmmmm. Probably one of the most surprising and unique features of the river for the next few miles is the foliage. Since the run is usually dewatered, lush foliage grows right to the rivers edge. Big fronds are everywhere and I half expected to see a

PS. Old Greg may drink Bailey's because its creamy, but we drink Mike's Hard Pink Lemonade when we get done routin some stouts cuz were hard and like the pink.

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