All day in Louse Canyon

September 17, 2019, Day 13

Louse Canyon (beneath Overtime Reservoir) ~OC 67 to Louse Canyon (beneath Rawhide Pocket & Section 16 Reservoir) ~OC 57, ~11.3 miles, ~157.8 miles total

Gabriel’s Day 13 pictures are here.

A few stars twinkled in the sky as we packed up our wet tent and started walking. A bit chilly this morning – warranting jackets, hats, and gloves. I felt a tad apprehensive about wearing cool weather gear on a day I knew would involve swimming. But I put those concerns at the back of my mind as a canyon wren trilled its descending song; sweet notes of great comfort and encouragement. Right now, Louse Canyon is an amazing place to be.

The early morning was one of slow walking on slick river cobbles. We watched the moon move across the sky and set beyond the canyon. Beautiful walls to admire, rhyolite cliffs of burnt sienna and umber, towering spires, bulbous forms all rising above vibrant slopes of bunchgrass illuminated by sunlight in a palette of ochre and pale gold. Above the canyon, bright azure blue skies. The play of light warm and glowing; though down here on the canyon floor we are mostly in the shadows. Here the air feels crisp like it often does on a late summer, nearly autumn morning. Which it is.

Around most river bends we encounter small pools – the size of hotel swimming pools and hot tubs. Pools of water with small fish, tadpoles, snails, and crawfish. We stop to observe these aquatic desert creatures. Some are in pools that should last through the year, others pools are more like puddles just on the cusp of drying up. Will the tadpoles transform or the fish escape? Either they will make it or be someone’s meal. Pond selection is high stakes gambling.

Pretty walking. Slow walking. Canyon travel days aren’t supposed to be measured with trail or road mile expectations. We accept this. But we are aware that the effort to make three miles here on the canyon floor feels about like the effort to cover 8-10 miles of good trailed terrain. So while we stop for breakfast, to admire wildlife, and take photos – we never linger anywhere for long. 

By late morning we entered a broad stretch of Louse Canyon where Long Canyon joins in. This reach felt different than the first miles of the day – the stream filled with more algae and the abundant slope-side bunchgrasses appeared scraggly and cropped. What’s happening here? A few hundred feet more of upstream walking and we got our answer: cows. We were surprised and less than thrilled to see them down here at the bottom of Louse Canyon, the West Little Owyhee River, a nationally designated Wild and Scenic River. I thought livestock grazing had been phased out of Louse Canyon years ago. (Perhaps the phase out is still in process? Or maybe there’s a broken fence up above?) After hours of walking through what felt like a healthier ecosystem, this part of Louse Canyon has a cow hammer feel and fecal contamination flowing downstream. It was disappointing. Sometimes, everything isn’t better with cows around.

Upstream from Long Canyon we passed through a constriction that deters bovines and returned to Louse Canyon’s ungrazed character. Up here we encountered tree frogs, snakes, chukars, wrens, and more crawfish. We watched coyotes trot expertly across talus slopes at the base of cliffs. 

By mid-afternoon the canyon was filled with shadows, with light touching only the uppermost walls near the rim. It was then that we ascended to a really rugged part of Louse Canyon with its house-sized boulders. Gigantic rocks acting as chokestones impeding the deposition of rock rubble downstream. Geology in action. Scrambling required. Boulder fields followed by knee and thigh-deep wading pools. Narrows where the canyon was hardly 40-feet wide across. “This is Oregon?”, we kept asking ourselves. 

Our timing wasn’t the best, as it was shady and in the low 60s as we started to wade across deeper pools, chest deep at times. Not seeing our feet, we’d feel blindly with our poles to avoid stepping down into the depths of these still waters. A few times we realized we were following the tracks of other canyon travelers, given that few people come through Louse Canyon in a year, we deducted we were likely following DNR and Dan. This part of Louse Canyon really does feel remote. Knowing that exiting isn’t easy, that there’s no one around up top, and that it would be hard to send a signal via our InReach – we proceeded with extra caution.

A little after 5:30 pm we were at our first legitimate swim of the day. A narrow, overhung stretch of canyon with water filling the bottom in a dark, deep, still pool. Dry ground a few hundred feet upstream on the other side. Swim time.

We double checked our packs for swimming configuration. Sealed the cameras inside. Took our shirts off (no need for them to be wet or impede strokes). And stepped in, walking along until body and pack began to float. Submerged in the cold water, awkwardly dog paddling. The cold shocked my system. In the middle of the swim I hyperventilated a bit from the chilling waters and sense feeling tired (it made me think of Navy SEAL cold water training and search and rescue scenarios Yana has talked about). Fear kept me going. I banged my knee into a submerged rock and then flailed on to a spot where I could stand once more. My panicked breathing alarmed Gabriel and I’ll remember the look of worry on his face for a long time to come. Both of us thankfully kept moving and reached the other side.

Dripping water, shivering, exhausted, we paused for a few seconds before pushing through a thicket of willows. We needed to keep moving. In order to get warm. In order to find a spot to camp. It was getting dark here in the deeper, narrow part of Louse Canyon. We had a few more deep wades, splashing through on a mission.

On the other side of a willow thicket, Gabriel paused. At first I was alarmed. Oh no, another swim, I thought. But Gabriel told me he had good news. I came up behind him as he stood looking down at his feet. There, at his toes: a cow pie. 


I was elated! If a cow could get down here, we could get out of here. We now have options, instead of having to swim more to find an exit out of the canyon. That cow excrement provided a wave of relief from rising anxiety.

Finally, we came to a dry spot with level river cobbles where we could camp for the night. Still in a bit of shock, we shivered out of our cold wet things and pulled, dry warm things onto our clammy bodies. Laying our wet clothes on a rock slab to drain (drying would be too big an expectation).

I was able to send a message to our friend Brett back home. He was sending us forecasts (far more accurate than those on the InReach) and was one of our back okay check-in people. The information we got from Brett confirmed our thinking: We needed to exit Louse Canyon. The forecast for the next couple days is supposed to be cooler than today. With highs in the 50s, cloudy, with a high likelihood of rain. Definitely not the right conditions for proceeding up the rest of storied Louse Canyon when we know there are more swims ahead. Another time (ideally with a packraft or drysuit).

We ate some snacks to warm up while sitting wrapped in our sleeping bags. The black walls of the canyon framed a dark night sky filling with brilliant stars. Bats flew about. Peaceful, beautiful, place. But I couldn’t sleep and found myself looking up at the sky most of the night, watching clouds move in, obscuring the stars. I kept thinking about the cow pie. Taking solace in knowing an exit was feasible. 

Sometimes, everything is better knowing cows have been around.



Morning in Louse Canyon. How nice to see blue skies after last night’s rain. It was chilly as we started moving – gloves, warm hats, and windshirts weather. Soft canyon wren trills encouraged us!


Moving along through river boulders isn’t always a stroll.


Looking back from where we came.


Canyon walls and waning gibbous moon.


Aster at summer’s end.




Gabriel noted many crawfish, fish, and mollusks in this pool and many of the ponds that fill the canyon.


I wonder who eats all the crawfish.


Tumble mustards abound down here and readily snag one’s shoe laces.


Seeking a sunny spot for breakfast.


The warmth of the sun feels oh so welcome (how different than just three days ago when it was hot by this time).


Good night Moon.


Rhyolite formations! From Rhyolite is an extrusive igneous rock with a very high silica content. It is usually pink or gray in color with grains so small that they are difficult to observe without a hand lens.


Breakfast time in part shade/part sun.


A beautiful morning!


Nice rocks! And so convenient for tying shoes.


Light and shadows.


A canyon wren sighting! Confirmed the ID by listening to it sing.


Looking up Long Canyon. After several morning miles we rounded the bend and this part of Louse Canyon felt different, more bare ground and no tall bunchgrasses (as there were downstream).


A little bit further down the bend and we think we’ve figured out why the grasses are all cropped: cattle. Here at the bottom of Louse Canyon where Long Canyon joins the main canyon is this here herd. Long Canyon appears to have more gentle contours than other side canyons. So I guess the cows figured out a way down through a broken fence or something.


Yep, these are cows, er, I mean cattle – looks like Angus, Hereford, and maybe Black Baldy (Angus-Hereford crossbreed). Standing right in the drying up streambed of the West Little Owyhee River.


Cow stamp of approval.


A high cattle activity spot.


Mid afternoon and time for a break on this lovely gravel beach. We passed through a constriction that wasn’t cow friendly, so these gravels appear to be cow pie free.


A tree frog in a canyon!


Maybe a whipsnake? Not sure it was black or dark brown gray in coloring. Long, skinny, and fast! We saw lots of these snakes in the canyon. I don’t think I ever noticed any obvious stripes. Sometimes they were swimming across pools and then easily climbing out of the water and onto land. Amazing creatures!


Chukars – an introduced game bird species from Eurasia. They are cute though. They make all sorts of sweet sounds and are fun to watch fly off (though the sound can be a bit of shock when it echos off canyon walls). Hopefully they take the hunting pressure off birds like sage grouse.


Further up the canyon the boulder piles got bigger and the scramble problems more… bouldery. I think being able to comfortably, safely boulder at a V2 level is warranted for moving through this part of Louse Canyon. (Note: It’s easier than V2 in this picture.) Or maybe we took some sporty routes and there are easier ways to go?


Rhyolite and shadows.


The sun sets early in parts of the canyon.


And just as the sun leaves the canyon floor we start to get to the pools that require deeper wading (up to my chest). Poor timing! The air temps are cool, the water is cold, and the sun is no longer warming the canyon. Today the high was supposed to be in the upper 60s. Tomorrow the forecast is for 50-55 degrees (F) and a possibility of rain.


But right now the narrows and towering walls of rhyolite are stunning.


Not many people go through Louse Canyon in a year. There’s only two other sets of human tracks in the canyon. I’m guessing these are the footprints of our friends DNR and Dan. Hi Friends!


Light and shadow.


No other way to go but through the pool. We wonder: how deep is it? How long is it? Can we climb up that rock to avoid a swim?


Gabriel climbs up! At this point, we knew the swimming section was happening soon. We completed the swimming configuration for our packs: into the dry bags go our food, insulation, and electronics. Dry bags then sealed inside trash compactor bags. All our gear stayed nice and dry. Thankfully!


Gabriel got out his camera one more time because this area was so beautiful. At this point we had to swim around the bend through the cold pool. We took our shirts off and loosened our pack straps to make it easier to take strokes. We were shivering when we got out of the water. With our focus being on moving, warmth, and finding a spot to call home for the night – we didn’t get our cameras out until camp.


Home for the night. Our clothes are “drying” on the rock slab next to our sleeping bags.


And just before we got to camp we came across these cow pies! NEVER EVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I BEEN SO HAPPY TO SEE A COW PIE! Earlier in the day I’d been disappointed that cows were at the bottom of Louse Canyon. Now I’m elated! If a cow can get down here, that means we can get out of here!


Other trip reports from traveling through this part of Owyhee country:

I appreciate having read about these experiences. They help me calibrate Gabriel’s and my time in this magnificent, rugged place. It’s comforting to know that we aren’t the only ones who had to adapt our plans on the fly.