Day 3 on Big Creek is full of variety. Some fog, some clouds, some light rain, some sun, some full on storm. Some class II splashy stuff, a lot of class III to IV- fun read and go drops, and just enough "if everything goes according to plan I might just survive this" class IV stuff to make things interesting. Luckily the hardest stuff in the several mile long stretch known as Big Creek Gorge came at the same time the sun broke through making the river easier to read and us more motivated to tackle the harder stuff head on. Just upstream of the gorge is Taylor ranch with it's private grass airstrip. It was a bit drizzly when we came by, and there were no people out to greet us, but the horses in the pasture along side the creek seemed to take great interest in the strange creatures floating by.
Our legs got a good workout as a couple of the scouts turned into pretty long hikes as the rapids are pretty continuous and there always seemed to be something of concern just around the next bend up ahead. We managed to find lines through everything though and it rejuvenated my faith in my rusty boating skills a bit. On the last scout we noticed the pack bridge up ahead and knew we were getting close to the confluence with the MFS. We decide to scout the rest of the way, not only for the rapids, but to make sure we could find a suitable campsite along the way. Our permit only allows us 1 day on the MFS and no overnight camping, so we wanted to get as close as possible, but not so close as to violate the rules. There turned out to be a few little beaches and flat spots that would be fine for our group of two, so we just picked the closest, best looking one. A bigger party would probably need to camp well above the pack bridge however.