It’s not often, or ever, really, that a person these days can explore new territory in the mainland United States. How we came to be here paddling on this day trip down the ‘New Klamath’ is a story decades in the making, one that shows off a rare victory for environmental and Native cultural groups over the interests of big business and the concrete barriers of government inertia.
“Oh this is going to be SPICY,” shouts Ben Limahai, guide at Noah’s River Adventures which leads tours on the newly opened river sections, as our raft rides through quickening river flow into a section of whitewater. This canyon section is classified as ‘four plus’ in the industry-standard notation for the size and difficulty of rapids, ranked from one to a maximum of five.
Ben turns to his fellow guide working to steer the boat from the rocks and shouts, “Hey Big Sexy, you reckon we go river-left here?” The hard-paddling ‘Big Sexy’ Logan Wagner, in the tradition of ironic river nicknames, is actually a small, quiet guy. Logan grunts and tilts his head to the left to answer Ben, mumbling “It worked last time. Only second time I tried though.” Big Sexy gives a small grin of anticipation.