Cheoah
750cfs release

Ricky and I broke camp along the Tellico early and started driving upstream on River Road toward the Cheoah, only this wasn't really toward the Cheoah.  After about an extra hour of driving a route that took us through Murphy, we arrived in Robbinsville where we met Ricky's friend Wayne.  We drove down to O'Henry's to set shuttle and were soon joined by Brandon and J.R.  Ricky and Wayne were nice enough to stop and show us the lines on our way upstream after dropping off my truck.  The river was all the handful that I expected.  I had a dry hair run, but mostly because Ricky laid out such nice lines to follow.  J.R. had a couple of quick rolls while he got accustomed to the bigger water.  Then at the TakeOut rapid, Brandon had an OBE that sent his kayak floating into shrubs and trees in the middle of the river.  Wayne tied it off, Brandon headed out on foot and we kept on trucking downstream.  I started to get used to the river around this point and started to enjoy it more.  The wave trains were awesome.  Ricky continued to keep us out of trouble by taking hole-free lines down the river, especially the big one at Land Of A Thousand Holes.  After three stellar days of paddling, I took out at the Forest Service bridge with tired arms and a grin on my face.  J.R. and I hustled down to Bear Creek Falls to watch Ricky and Wayne run it.  Photos do not do that rapid justice. And Yard Sale is just a hot mess.  Wow, what a river.  Ricky and I started our trek home and soon learned that a boater had moved Brandon's kayak to shore, which allowed him to head back as well.  It was a fantastic ending to a fantastic weekend of paddling. 

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