You don't want to be in there. Rivers are like life, you have your really slow spots, and you have the forks in the rivers where you have to make decisions, and you have the rapids which are the trauma and excitement in your life. I love them. Idaho's desert rivers, the Owyhee, the Jarbidge, the Bruneau all have one trait in common, solitude. It's almost as though the desert conspires against those who want to explore its rivers.
Access is difficult.
The short and often unpredictable floating season limits the number of boaters. But anyone lucky enough to get on these river is rewarded by outstanding scenery. Over the centuries the rivers have carved deep canyons through rhyolite and basalt. And for the whitewater enthusiasts there are rapids, like the Bruneau's Five Mile Rapid, where the gradient briefly reaches 80 feet per mile. It's almost like someone tips the river down.