Day 7 - May 4, 2018 47 kms
Woke up to the sounds of traffic and trains.
Beautiful island beach camp spot though.
We hit the water and ferry back to the Oregon side.
As we paddle M asks me “how I am doing? On a scale of 1 to 10 how happy are you right now?” I think for a moment and answer “9”. “WOW! You must be at like an 11 when there isn’t all this noise!”
A couple last ducks under walk ways and we begin to enter the gorge. A park perched up atop the banks we realize how high the water is as all the staircases that normally lead to the beach are covered numerous feet up.
Around a corner we find the perfect beach for lunch, under a gorgeous tree. Sun is out and its hot.
Finishing up lunch we notive a man walk by a distance away. As we paddle a number of nudists in the tall grass. One stands tall and proud, as he should (he was well hung). We laugh hysterically after passing discussing the size of mans “shlong”.
We are now in the gorge and we watch waterfalls cascading through the charred rocks. Stopping to run up to snap a photo of the famous falls.
Carrying on the current picks up and up and up. We watch sealions playing within it, catching salmon and tossing them about. We come to an out crop into the river and realize we feel we can't paddle up.
Chatting with some locals we decide to do the hard ferry across the large, huge current. 5 minutes and we are on the other side.
Exhausted we must ferry another channel to make the camp ground. This one seemed harder, or we were just so much more tire. We make it and big high fives are shared.
Setting up the tent we both go shower off before we begin to boil water for dinner, when along comes a camp ranger. We must move and paddle another kilometer with two ferries to a small island we can camp on.
We are so exhausted. A frustrating ferry but we make it. Throw everything on shore, set up the tent and beds, grab a handful of gummy bears each and now, sleep.
Goodnight Neverland!
Xxo
Paddled 47kms today
Woke up to the sounds of traffic and trains.
Beautiful island beach camp spot though.
We hit the water and ferry back to the Oregon side.
As we paddle M asks me “how I am doing? On a scale of 1 to 10 how happy are you right now?” I think for a moment and answer “9”. “WOW! You must be at like an 11 when there isn’t all this noise!”
A couple last ducks under walk ways and we begin to enter the gorge. A park perched up atop the banks we realize how high the water is as all the staircases that normally lead to the beach are covered numerous feet up.
Around a corner we find the perfect beach for lunch, under a gorgeous tree. Sun is out and its hot.
Finishing up lunch we notive a man walk by a distance away. As we paddle a number of nudists in the tall grass. One stands tall and proud, as he should (he was well hung). We laugh hysterically after passing discussing the size of mans “shlong”.
We are now in the gorge and we watch waterfalls cascading through the charred rocks. Stopping to run up to snap a photo of the famous falls.
Carrying on the current picks up and up and up. We watch sealions playing within it, catching salmon and tossing them about. We come to an out crop into the river and realize we feel we can't paddle up.
Chatting with some locals we decide to do the hard ferry across the large, huge current. 5 minutes and we are on the other side.
Exhausted we must ferry another channel to make the camp ground. This one seemed harder, or we were just so much more tire. We make it and big high fives are shared.
Setting up the tent we both go shower off before we begin to boil water for dinner, when along comes a camp ranger. We must move and paddle another kilometer with two ferries to a small island we can camp on.
We are so exhausted. A frustrating ferry but we make it. Throw everything on shore, set up the tent and beds, grab a handful of gummy bears each and now, sleep.
Goodnight Neverland!
Xxo
Paddled 47kms today
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