What better way to spend the summer solstice than on the water with friends? Thanks to leaders of the newly formed Lower Columbia River chapter of the Traditional Small Craft Association, attendees of the chapter’s inaugural Summer Solstice Messabout in Cathlamet, Washington got a chance to do just that. The Association’s stated goal is to […]
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The chilling footage below is from a collision near buoy 10 on the Columbia River. It took place last summer and has been making the rounds as a cautionary tale for boaters everywhere. Fortunately nobody was seriously injured or killed. Be safe out there, boaters! Read the full story at OregonLive.com.
The general public may regard daffodils as the first sign of spring, but for boaters on the Columbia and Willamette Rivers near Portland, the spring freshet is the true signal that winter’s grip has loosened. Triggered by warmer weather and rains in the mountains, the rivers surge and swell, and we aquatic Portlanders know that […]
It’s 27 degrees outside, and although I yearn to go sailing, it doesn’t seem like the wisest idea. But maybe I should reconsider. After all, on at least one of the occasions Bill and I rounded Cape Horn together, the waterfalls were frozen; so it must have been pretty cold then, too. That day, like […]
As we motored upriver from Cathlamet, the day warmed to summer like temperatures and the wind slowly trickled in from behind us. Using the assistance of the breeze, we rolled out the genoa and picked up half a knot of speed towards a destination we had yet to decide on for the night. With evening upon […]
When we landed in Astoria and the sun broke through, our limited sleep over the past few nights seemed to wash away in the shower at West Basin and the excitement of being in the river took hold. The four of us promptly made for the Riverfront trail, and with a little pep in our steps, didn’t […]
Lauren Eisley once wrote, “If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.” At one point in my life, I would have whispered “salt” in Eisley’s ear before he wrote that last word. About half my life was spent happily living near salt water. For the last fifteen years, though, my home […]