Waking up a little later today with the exhaustion of yesterday.
M heads out of the tent and I hear a splash and huff of a sealion “WOW Jill! There is a sealion right here!” A fun and great start to the day.
We make breakfast and coffee as usual and talk of the plan for the portage.
Loading up we decide to reset our arms and line the canoe up the beach of the island as far as we can and then cut across to the other side (washington). An almost perfect ferry across, we are just tired and feel it. Once across the current is strong and we decide to once again line the boat. Too tired to fight the current any longer.
This side, however, was not like the nice easy beach. Bushes, trees and loose large rocks were as far as we could see. When the brush got too thick or too far to pass the boat around we would hop back in and paddle hard around. Scraps and bruises soon coat our shines and ankles.
Finally seeing a couple small docks. M scrambles up the bank to see about where to go.
We decide right there will work for unloading and beginning. A number of scrambles up the rocky embankment to the flat area above.
Relaxing with some sour patch candies and letting our feet dry before switching to our boots. We get the cart ready and load the gear with most weight at the middle and back.
We begin and M is already finding it difficult. We move gear around a bit. Stopping for lunch on the lawn of the Bonneville Dam, the whole reason for the portage.
We receive advice on where to go to put back in. it’s going to be a long walk. We push on little goals for M. I am surprised at my endurance and tolerance. Feeling fine to press on.
We switch back and fourth from front to back. Hit a stick on the shoulder and the canoe bounces wrong. Precariously on the narrow shoulder we work to correct it and look at the tire.
M is almost stumbling from tiredness now and we stop. I go to look at a potential put in and when I return someone has finally stopped and offered us help. Returning with a longer truck we load up we load up the gear and canoe and hop into the truck. They drive us to the local county fair grounds where we have an easy put in and great camp spot.
I work away on photos into the night while M sleeps. I now feel more accomplished.
Goodnight Neverland
Xxo
11 km portage with the last kilometre to a campsite thanks to a strangers lift.
M heads out of the tent and I hear a splash and huff of a sealion “WOW Jill! There is a sealion right here!” A fun and great start to the day.
We make breakfast and coffee as usual and talk of the plan for the portage.
Loading up we decide to reset our arms and line the canoe up the beach of the island as far as we can and then cut across to the other side (washington). An almost perfect ferry across, we are just tired and feel it. Once across the current is strong and we decide to once again line the boat. Too tired to fight the current any longer.
This side, however, was not like the nice easy beach. Bushes, trees and loose large rocks were as far as we could see. When the brush got too thick or too far to pass the boat around we would hop back in and paddle hard around. Scraps and bruises soon coat our shines and ankles.
Finally seeing a couple small docks. M scrambles up the bank to see about where to go.
We decide right there will work for unloading and beginning. A number of scrambles up the rocky embankment to the flat area above.
Relaxing with some sour patch candies and letting our feet dry before switching to our boots. We get the cart ready and load the gear with most weight at the middle and back.
We begin and M is already finding it difficult. We move gear around a bit. Stopping for lunch on the lawn of the Bonneville Dam, the whole reason for the portage.
We receive advice on where to go to put back in. it’s going to be a long walk. We push on little goals for M. I am surprised at my endurance and tolerance. Feeling fine to press on.
We switch back and fourth from front to back. Hit a stick on the shoulder and the canoe bounces wrong. Precariously on the narrow shoulder we work to correct it and look at the tire.
M is almost stumbling from tiredness now and we stop. I go to look at a potential put in and when I return someone has finally stopped and offered us help. Returning with a longer truck we load up we load up the gear and canoe and hop into the truck. They drive us to the local county fair grounds where we have an easy put in and great camp spot.
I work away on photos into the night while M sleeps. I now feel more accomplished.
Goodnight Neverland
Xxo
11 km portage with the last kilometre to a campsite thanks to a strangers lift.
Day 8 Stories Highlights
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