We floated yesterday from the east fork above the tornow in my black n white Clack SSG. We pulled it up and over the gravel bar behind the root wad. It is very doable but the mud silt behind the wad is about two feet deep. We went 4 for 4.
Born and raised in Hoquiam; mom and dad's ashes are in the Hump at the upper train bridge (long since dismantled and renamed); first iron skull caught there in 1951. The worst sportsmen I've seen in our area are locals, the out of owners are just confused by the rampant hatred on our river banks.
Just my opinion