Flint Creek

The highest I've ever run Flint. The big-ol' rooster tail, shown at the intersection of the two parts of this composite photo, was said to be quite a hoot to run; I chickened and ran left of it.

This bridge starts to get really sketchy at 1500 cfs. Though we all decided to walk the bridge, Flint Guru Steve Benedict got stopped and surfed left by a hole above the bridge. He saw a line, at the extreme left edge, and limboed his way under. Had he been in a creek boat (instead of his playboat), he might not have made it.

You like the wood stuffed under the right side? Yummy!