My friend April organized a summer solstice paddle on a little lake by the Colu
mbia River this June. June 21 is the longest day of the year, and most years the sunset might freaking actually be visible, not in 2010. In fact I say right here the entire summer is going to be the same, fluorescent-lighted cloudy blah for the Portland area. Anyhow we got out there at a suggestion of an acquaintance who’d been there the prior week.
Laura at the put in...
Joe, Laura, April, Kellie and myself paddled around this area until about nine p.m. – when the gate to the put in closes.
The place has a name – Mirror Lake – my guess is the name comes from the reflection of the waterfall that descends from the Crown Point massif directly above the lake. Unfortunately I-84 is only a few yards to the north – and the Union Pacific line a few hundred yards south!
Nevertheless, it’s got some interesting
pockets to explore, and at the very end of one of these, there’s a bridge where we hauled out to grab a snack.
I was WAY thankful to Joe for the treats he stashed and then laid out on the bridge! I kind of
At one point I split the paddle and utilized canoe-motion...
rushed out the door and didn’t even pack water! But Joe, now he was just the opposite.
Joe had a quarter round of cheese, a home made loaf of bread, M&Ms, raspberries, and even a bottle of Meyers Dark Rum and cocktail mixings! Wow. Laura had a bottle of wine with real glasses! So it turned out to be a nice break on solstice night. Only thing missing was a massive bonfire and ritual sacrifices!
I DO HOPE the solstice ritual brings a change in the stubborn thick clouds around here!
Spanking GREAT weather broke for my birthday weekend on the Metolius River June 12-13 2010.
We had planned a trip there in late April with a great forecast. But NO, in typical 2010 fashion, the weather turned ugly exactly 8 hours before departure and we canceled. This rescheduled weekend was – picture perfect. Clear, no wind, no humidity, temps 75 – 80 – just perfect for humans to enjoy. AND – no bugs, no skeeters.
I’ve got a special place in my heart for the Metolius, and in particular for the walk in campsites at Allen Springs Campground. There, the river bends around the campsites in a perfect U, so you get stereo burbling all day/night. It’s just wonderful! Magical, actually.
Metolius = magic for a number of reasons. The river comes out of the ground fully formed at the south end of the valley. It never changes levels. Same all year. It’s busy – flowing fast – but few rapids. The trees are orange bark Ponderosa Pines, a very cool contrast to the verdant green, low vegetation below, and the blue sky above. In between, fly fishermen present their caddis flies to finicky salmonids.
Planning strategically, I headed down early Friday afternoon and scored a campsite on the peninsula. Not my first choice campsite, mind you, but a site good enough for our group of six. It had views of both sides of the peninsula, and plenty of space to the adjoining site. All was good because we scored, and the campground subsequently filled up.
I was to be joined by Kent, and then Jessie and her brother Joel. Later, after dark, Christian and Katie arrived. Saturday morning we breakfasted on French Toast topped with walnut and sliced pears, with bacon on the side. Yum!
Our plan called for hiking two miles down to the Lower Bridge and then back up the west side to Wizard Falls Fish Hatchery. What a nice hike it was. Filled with views from “A River Runs Through It” the whole way. Each bend brings more photogenic views into play. One would think they had polarized eyes.
Along the way we witnessed two fishermen, on either side of the river, bringing in fish. They were casually talking as they reeled in their quarry when one guy’s rod just about broke. He said, “Holy Cracker! A 20-pound bull trout just ate my fish!” We all stopped to view the spectacle.
He was not far from netting his burden when the bull trout let go – leaving this mauled, dead trout on the hook. I was really disappointed! I wanted to see that!
Later Saturday we packed up the boats and headed over toSuttle Lake for a sunny paddle. The lake was not really busy – only one jet skier – but it seemed a bit busy for the group compared to our campsite. Little did they know how it can be later on. Anyway it was pretty because Mt Washington is visible, all snow covered.
We did a shared Mexican meal Saturday evening. Soft tacos with green peppers, onion, salsa, cheese, jalapenos, beans, rice – all good stuff on there. Darn hungry we were. Then it’s time for my birthday treat – a cherry pie! Following the food fulfillment was a nice talk to the campfire. I also used my Android phone to use Google Sky Map to check out the constellations above!
Hey! Wake Up!
Sunday was an oatmeal feed with fruit, honey, nuts, butter, cream, brown sugar, all the good stuff.
I knew of a place high up on Green Ridge, which forms the east side of the valley, with amazing vews. So with hot beverage in hand, we headed up there. Wow!
You can see at seeminly eye level from Mt. Hood to Diamond Peak. That’s Mt. Hood, Mt. Jefferson, Three Fingered Jack, Mt. Washington, Three Sisters, etc.
Then we kinda lazily packed it all up. Had to end sometime!
I live in the Richmond neighborhood in Portland, Oregon. We have a little pocket park about 50 yards from my house. As far as the general public is concerned, this park doesn’t exist. But it’s a little-known park owned by Portland Parks Department. The park, at SE 47th and Ivon streets, is comprised of three former house lots. Some two decades ago, there was a plan to build a highway in this neighborhood, and the government had demolished a number of homes in preparation – and then cancelled its project – thus our little park.
Since coming to the neighborhood in 2002, I’ve participated in numerous efforts to get this park on the city’s radar for improvement. At one time there was a tidy architectural plan for this property, which spans the street. The original plan called for closing the street. In 2003 the neighbors joined forces and planted trees, constructed planters in the street and stone benches on the lawns. To this day neighbors use the parks more than previously.
People come to the parks to toss a baseball, play frisbee, picnic, play with dogs, or have a barbeque. We have had dozens of barbeques in our park. This year my neighbors Janis and Brent used the park to host the birthday party for their son, AJ!
He invited everyone in his nursery school class, so the park was really busy that day. Kids played in the hammock, enjoyed corn on the cob, used the toy rocket, and everyone gave AJ wonderful gifts! The adults had a good time as well.
I’m a resident of left-leaning-green city Portland, OR. There are lots of people here doing everything they can to live a sustainable existence. That’s generally good. But sometimes a sustainability idea comes along that might not be so great, but they jump on board and don’t see the whole picture.
Example: Mayor Sam Adams proposes, a few years back, to tax plastic shopping bags. I hate them like anybody else. Plastic shopping bags are inferior because they pierce, and because they squeeze delicate items like bread. They also blow in the wind and clog drains, suffocate animals, and snarl recycling machines. Practically everyone jumps on the bag tax bandwagon, except me. I don’t like taxes. I don’t like what I see as a new bureaucracy just to collect a nickel-a-bag tax! I see economic inefficiency. I’m doubtful the tax would have much impact.
But, my primary reason against the tax was I had spent time in Bhutan, a tiny kingdom way up in the Himalayas. I’ve been all over SE Asia and the little plastic bags wind up everywhere. Bhutan is a special place. There, King Wangchuk also despised plastic bags. But instead of taxing them, he had a much better idea: simply PROHIBIT THEM. And let the business world adapt.
Free to shoppers in Bhutan
As we can see, businesses in Bhutan quickly adapted, adopting earth-friendly recyclable shopping bags in every conceivable size. It works! So yesterday, I get news the legislature in the state of California has adopted a similar idea. Businesses will be prohibited from giving out plastic bags with purchases. Instead customers will need to buy them. Biodegradable bags are free. That is excellent progress. I also understand Mayor Sam Adams is now in favor of an outright ban, not a tax. This is great news!
Memories of a visit to Bangkok would never be complete without the sight and sound of traffic. And in that traffic there’s one particular vehicle that stands top-of-mind with tourists – it’s three wheeled, usually powered by LNG and incredibly noisy: the Bangkok Tuk Tuk.
Riding in a Tuk Tuk is to Bangkok what eating a Nathan’s hot dog is to New York City. You gotta do it. You gotta flag one down, and get the driver to bob and weave in the traffic. You gotta hang on. The only thing more “out there” is riding a motorcycle taxi sans helmet. They bob and weave in between the lanes of traffic like minnows swarming in between carp.
Anyway word has it that a high government official has recently launched a company that makes solar powered Tuk Tuks! What would that do to the famously noisy icon! Bangkok will never be the same!
Eric Jackson has certainly made a name for himself in the world of freestyle whitewater kayaking and outdoor business.
The world champion turned business owner has never strayed far from his core values – though recent advertisements showing EJ quaffing Budweiser might have some thinking otherwise. His Jackson Kayak business has been wildly successful, especially in its specialty retailer-friendly policies and no questions asked kayak guarantees. But EJ / Budweiser? Eybrows are raised for sure.
Yes, lots of whitewater boaters would prefer EJ throw down a PBR or at the very least a respectable Terminal Gravity IPA. Only they turn the pages of magazines to see him standing there with Bud in hand. Well, all is not lost!
EJ has managed to use the relationship to benefit whitewater boating. According to Canoe & Kayak Magazine, EJ is partnering with the National Park Service on the Let’s Go Paddling campaign, where newbies are introduced to kayaking. And Budweiser is putting up some serioius coin to display 8,300 kayaks in Bud retailers this year, hoping to attract new paddlers.
So, is there an alcohol/paddling connection? Is EJ partnering with the devil he knows? You decide.
ottle of Meyers Dark Rum and cocktail mixings! Wow. Laura had a bottle of wine with real glasses! So it turned out to be a nice break on solstice night. Only thing missing was a massive bonfire and ritual sacrifices!
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