Snake River Rafting Vacations in Hell's Canyon – North America’s Deepest Gorge
For over four decades, Zoller's Outdoor Odysseys has entertained more than 100,000 guests on the rivers of the NW United States. We are currently in our third generation of family operation and after all of these years and river miles, we are still enthusiastic about the rivers we run and the new friends we make rafting on the Snake River through Hell’s Canyon. Join our family and fun loving staff for your next great whitewater rafting vacation.
The Snake River through Hell's Canyon, North America's deepest gorge, is a geological masterpiece punctuated with a recent history of civilization attempting to make it a home. Just being in Hell’s Canyon and whitewater rafting the Snake River is an awe inspiring experience, but when combined with our guides knowledge of Hell’s Canyon’s history and their ability to show it to you first hand, you come away with a whitewater rafting vacation of a life-time.
Great whitewater, wildlife, superb cuisine, and river guides that have a flair for fun make this a must-do vacation.
Snake River Fun Fact #1
The year was 1975. The place was Hell’s Canyon on the Snake River. The characters involved were myself (Mark Zoller) and my father Phil. Dad was a fishing guide in SW Washington but we spent many vacations in Hell’s Canyon jet boating the Snake River and hiking. Dad became friends with one of the outfitters on the Snake River and dad was asked to guide some rafting trips that summer. Even though dad had never guided a raft, his skills with a drift boat more than qualified him. Dad agreed and was allowed to take one person on the trip as part of his pay. Of his three sons, dad chose me. I became the number one camp helper, washing dishes, pumping up rafts and such. It was great! I remember my first rafting trip in Hell’s Canyon clearly as if it were yesterday. I was about 10 years old at the time. On day two of the rafting vacation one of the guests asked me, “Mark, is this your first rafting trip?” I answered “yes, and my dad’s too!” Dad gave me that “get ready to be put up for adoption” look and I knew I had really spilled the beans. Ooops! I guess that was supposed to be a secret. No matter, dad was by far the best raft guide on the Snake River on that rafting trip. Here we are almost 40 years later and I now own the same company dad worked for all those decades ago.