Edith put up a fight in most rapids, not really wanting to pivot when I wanted her to, but in the end, we came through pretty much unscathed. I did rumble a rock in Hell's Half Mile, but there were none of those crunchy crackly sounds and no visible damage. Here's a link to my run in Hell's Half Mile, with my bone-head move toward the end, jarring the camera.
Edith in Hell's Half Mile
After the Yampa boomed in we had about 23,000 cfs--the largest water Edith has seen. Split Mountain Canyon was huge.
I did two dory runs on the San Juan, before and after Edith's Lodore run--fantastic river, great folks, good water, great weather, fun music. I am back home now, about to give Edith a nice rub-down and rest for the summer.