Roping into canyon runs? Sounds very intense
It is...I went to the canyon only once and it was in late October 2000. I went with a couple other guys with whom I don't fish anymore. We were guided into the canyon by a FN fellow and he took us well off the beaten path.
We departed Vancouver an hour or so after midnight, got to the meeting spot near three o'clock in the morning, and then descended to the canyon through some really nasty stretches. All we had to hold on to were roots of trees and some ropes placed strategically in some places. Because we often needed both hands to hold on to the roots or ropes, we had to strap our rods to our shoulder with belts or cords and carry them like a gun.
Once down by the water, fishing was easy-peasy even for an inexperienced salmon fisherman that I was at the time, almost like shooting ducks in a barrel. Not much excitement after hooking into 20 fish (coho and chum) in practically as many casts. We had our limit of hatchery coho before daylight properly set in. We did use glow sticks attached to our floats.
I also remember that it was horribly cold that morning, and all too soon we ran out of firewood.
I think that route still exists, but for the life of me, I wouldn't be able to find it. Even if I could, or if someone offered to take me there again, I wouldn't go. It was way too much trouble climbing back up with four hatchery coho each to add to the load. And that was when I was 39 y/o. Now at age 50 and 30 pounds heavier, I don't think I'd make it back up without help from a helicopter, a rope and a harness.
But it is definitely something that has to be experienced at least once while you are in your prime.