Mark R wrote:............ getting a bit of a beating at the bottom of lower Burnt Ranch Falls
Allow me to recount from my point of view, the now legendary tale of Lower Burnt Ranch Falls...
We had successfully negotiated the top and middle drops on Burnt Ranch Falls, all pretty stout drops, each with their own character.
Mark took the 1st position down the lead in to the final drop, we had to negotiate a small pourover drop about 20 feet above the main fall and then eddy-out left straight away. Mark had already got out on the bank as I came down the drop, got pushed about a bit but eddied out and got out of my boat, throwline at the ready.
Liz came next, took the drop and got pushed about quite badly and capsized. I think she had two roll attempts, desperate ones, there wasn't a lot of time to come up, with a scream that wasn't nice to witness she went over another time and started to exit her boat for the inevitable swim down the last drop (which none of us had inspected yet...)
I threw my line out and it hit her upturned boat, but there was no way she could even know it landed where it did and even less chance I would have been able to hold on to the rope in that water had she caught it anyway, she drifted off as we watched helpless into the first seam-hole, into the second, before dropping over the last and biggest drop into what looked like a huge 'trough-hole' from above and then her and her boat where out of sight around the corner.
With a quick WTF! from all of us, Mark hurriedly got into his boat, slipping about on the slick granite and proceeded to run the fall and go after Liz. Only I could see his line from where I was stood and he dropped into the final hole and got instantly backlooped....not good I thought, but he got through.
Simon and Dave scrambled up as far as they could on the unbelievably slippy granite bank to see if they could get sight of them both, eventually they did. Liz was clinging to a rock somewhere and Mark was with her. Relieved as hell, we all stood about in a bit of shock but were so relieved she was okay. we thought she would probably have lost all her kit though.
What followed next was about 45-60 mins of scouting for possible lines to run this rapid and possible lines to portage this rapid. The trouble was we really couldn't see what was happening down the drop and despite trying to climb over the rocks around, we could see no way to do it on foot, never mind carrying boats. Simon and Dave worked their way down and over a couple of the deep and incredibly dangerously slippy gulleys formed in the banks in granite and we then had to get throwlines out and haul them back up to the higher ridges on the bank. This did not look good, climbing back up the narrow ridges above the gulleys in the banks was stupidly hard and slippy. Dave went above as high as he could to look at more portage options. It was pretty much loose dirt on steep rock and gave no option for portage. We all came to the same realisation, we
had to run this rapid. Like I said, by now, about 45 minutes had passed so god knows what Mark and Liz were thinking(although I have some idea...)
To be quite honest, I, and I think all of us if they don't mind me speaking for them, were absolutely cacking it now. It really was a violent looking mass of holes below and none of us were relishing the thought of getting into it, also, I had seen Mark drop into the biggest hole and get looped instantly.
We all started to ready ourselves to run it and we somehow came to what would be our 'system'. We would run it all together in a train, I think that none of us wanted to be the 'last man standing', standing at the top of the rapid that is...
Andy went first, he dropped the top two holes good and then out of sight, Claire followed, dropped into the big hole and got worked, Dave dropped right on top of her boat kindly knocking her out of the hole, Dave then got worked in the horrible recirculating eddy that everyone got pushed into river-left. With a bit of a gap, I dropped in next, fine over the first two holes then dropping into the final one, I got pushed left upsidedown and splatted against the bank/wall and came up with much scraping and about 3 attempts. As soon as I was up, I was greeted by Dave, up to his neck in river, without his boat and a cheery "Hello Oliver!"....Out of the mess, I looked behind and could not see Simon, I waited about 5-10 seconds and could still not see him, seconds more still no sign, Claire shouted him, there was no sign except the odd flash of his orange boat being flipped in the wash, the rock bank was obscuring the hole......after about 25 seconds thereabouts, which seemed like hours, he washed out, without his boat and we all sighed huge relief...
He had been pushed hard left and had been worked in the violent eddy and unable to get out, he got flipped several times the recirculated in the eddy still...Not good.
Mark had managed to collect Liz and all her kit when we got out, and even had time (funny that) to take some photographs of the falls...
What you see in the photo is just the last drop, there was a little more above this.

We then had several more miles of class 4-4+ and all needed to get off the river. when we got to the take out bridge we were greeted by the sight of Dave S driving away!!! It was ok, heather was there and Dave S had gone to look for us upstream.....
A bit of an experience of a day, a memorable one though....